Let's not do *that* again

[frau kaleun]

Oy, what a day.

So I wake up this morning, decide it's too early to be awake, and roll over again and go back to sleep.

Some time later, I'm not sure how long, I wake up and the phone is ringing. I look over and it's my brother-in-law and I figure he's calling to remind me that he's fixing a bunch of food for the "big game" today so I should stop by if I feel like it. I then realize he's calling from his cell phone which seems odd and I pick up and he tells me some guy just called him to tell him that my sister's been in a car accident - - and he's on his way to the scene which is a major intersection about 5 minutes from their house. He doesn't know anything more than that she got out of the car by herself and was walking around and conscious but naturally someone there is calling 911 for an ambulance.

So I tell him I'm getting dressed and to call me back, if I'm not there it's because I'm already on my way. He calls back a few minutes later to say she is really banged up and will need some stitches, the car is totalled, as is the car of the guy that hit her, and he has refused the services of the life squad but they are taking her to the nearest hospital which is actually right across the street from their house.

So I just go straight to the hospital and they've already got her back in a room by the time I get there. The doctor is already talking about sending her to a trauma center which my sister is saying she doesn't want to do but after a couple hours of tests and x-rays and whatnot, she ends up being sent to the trauma center of one of the Dayton hospitals about 40-50 miles north of here. Cuz she had a fracture in her pelvis plus a lot of swelling and bruising in that area, probably from the seat belt, and they're worried about internal bleeding and injuries and if that stuff starts it goes south in a big hurry and they are not a trauma center and she needs to be in one for observation until they are sure she is okay.

So more waiting for another ambulance to take her up there, and then we all get up there, and it's another 5 or so hours of poking and prodding and x-rays and blood being drawn and they finally get her officially admitted and in a room about 10 PM and even then they are still taking her to have another thing done because she had a really bad bruise come out right over the big artery in her neck so they wanted to make sure that was completely okay.

Anyway - she's got two pelvic fractures, one small one at the tailbone which they can't do anything about, it just has to heal on its own. The other is a small one that they don't think will require surgery. A nasty 2-3" laceration on her leg, really deep - so much tissue was destroyed by whatever punched through her leg that they couldn't even do sub-Q stitches because there wasn't enough healthy tissue below the surface to get the stitches through. Plus all the swelling and bruising around the point of impact. Plus her other ankle is all bruised and swollen, although she can move it okay and says it's not hurting. Plus all the swelling and bruising in the pelvic region, across her chest and collarbone and neck from the upper part of the seatbelt, plus both elbows are skinned up and one is all bruised with some swelling. Plus a knot on her forehead and two black eyes.

BUT SHE IS NOT DEAD, thank heavens, and nobody else is either, and that's the important thing.

Anyway my BIL stayed up there so I came back to their house to let the dog out and feed him and the cat, then realize that my BIL locked the gate to the fenced in part of their yard, so I can't just put the dog out, I have to *walk* the little SOB. Which to him does not mean a jaunt down the street and back to go pee and maybe do a poop, it means I'M GOING WALKIES even though it's 11 PM, he's a dog, what does he care?

So he does his business and I come to a corner and go one way to head back to the house, he goes another to continue his walk, and I feel him pull on the leash and then hear a strange "fwoooshmp" noise and all of a sudden I am holding a leash with no dog on the other end because the little bastid has managed to pull his head through and out of his collar and is now merrily making his way down the street in the other direction. In the dark. At 11 PM.

And I'm thinking DOG DO NOT DO THIS, I CANNOT LOSE MY SISTER'S DOG WHEN SHE IS IN THE FREAKING HOSPITAL!!!!

Fortunately he's a good doggie and altho he wouldn't turn and come back when I called, it's not like he was trying to run away from me so I just had to walk a little faster than him without making it obvious and finally caught up with him about two blocks later when he stopped to water someone's shrubbery.

Got the collar back on him and made sure it was a bit tighter and after his little adventure he came straight back home like a good boy but I have to tell you I DID NOT NEED THAT ADVENTURE today of all days.

So now I have to go back out there and do it over again in the morning before work, at which I will be late because I am just now eating dinner and heaven knows when I will get to sleep, plus: WALKIES!

I just hope there's a key to the lock on the fence somewhere in the house and my BIL calls me back with the info.

So anyway how was *your* Sunday?