Little sister vs car crash

Thanks Splatters and twitterers for the positive thoughts etc, and Laughing Owl for pointing MMM out.

On Sunday night my little sister (21yo) was in a car crash in country SA – t-boned right into the pax seat where she was sitting.

Things were pretty raw for a while, I just wanted to cry and destroy meaningful things to get back at the universe for letting this happen – however I can stay calm in a crisis, and will deal with the dark feelings later on as others need my strength and support right now.

The local (Clare) hospital didn’t have the facilities to deal with her injuries, so she was flown to RAH, where they got her breathing again and is spending a few days laid up in ICU.

She has a collapsed lung but the intibator has been removed and she’s breathing by herself now, minor head injuries but she’s too drugged up to communicate properly at the moment anyhoo, and a broken pelvis – which is going to be the bitch ‘cos it will take months for her to be able to get back on her feet with this injury.

She responds to commands and can move her limbs and her head/face are ok so those are positive signs.

Mum came down from the outback last night to visit, she was a bit distraught of course but we spent some time last night imbibing wine and chatting plus an amazing friend with a level head joined us which helped immensely – as did the Hawaiian pizza.

Hopefully it will be a speedy recovery – unsure as yet – my neck was broken in a smash several years ago, took a long time to get back to “normal”, but in the end it was a positive thing for a life perspective as the petty things day-to-day rarely affect me and I appreciate any good times while they last – because they won’t forever.

The thing I’m struggling with at the moment is that my Mum is my new flatmate for a while as I live near the hospital – the life of a 33yo bachelor just got an injection of lame, my sweet pad doesn’t seem so alluring now so there might be a bit of a dry spell for me coming up, well at least I’ll have an excuse for it now.

I’ll try to remember to update next week on progress, and in between jokes about farts and hookers and drinking I’ll probably post mini-updates on Twitter.

Again – thanks all, get some perspective now and then – but mostly just live, laugh and love.

And fart.