So, my boyfriend and I got a call the day before yesterday that his mom (essentially my Future Mother-in-Law) was in a “minor” traffic accident. Turns out, it wasn’t so minor. She was just walking along the road at about 10 in the morning, (FMiL loves to walk everywhere. It’s how she gets her excercise.)not even crossing an intersection or anything, when she was struck by a car. The car hit her, she somehow tumbled over the car, and it struck a wall or something (realize I’m getting this third hand, from Mr. Jackal’s brother and father, I’m still not 100% clear on exactly what happened.) The driver wasn’t wearing his seatbelt and died. They suspect he was drunk, but they don’t know for sure yet.
Mr. Jackal has flown down to be with his mom. He says she looks like Hell warmed over. She has some cracked ribs, which makes breathing hard for her. At one point Mr Jackal said she had “lung problems” and the doctors were prepping her for surgery, but it turns out he meant that the surgery was for her leg (they’re putting pins or plates in) and the lung issue was just a separate thing. She’s also going to get plastic surgery on her face, because she has some deep cuts. She says she wants to get her nose redone at the same time.
She says she was rather lucky. She went over the car. If she hadn’t, she might have been pinned against the wall or whatever it was it hit. Ever seen that M Nigh Shalamalan* movie where Mel Gibson’s wife if pinned against a tree? It could have been that scenario. So she was actually very lucky. If you can call being struck by a car in broad daylight “lucky”.
The last couple of days has been rough or me, as Mr Jackal and I decided that I should stay here with the dog and cat, and just wait for news. I hate waiting for news. I haven’t really been able to sleep for the last couple days really.
It’s funny, but FMiL and I get along fairly well. She’s an old hippie really. She’s into organic food, and environmental issues and stuff like that. She’s survived breast cancer not once, but twice! I feel better about things now, knowing what’s going on, but I still won’t sleep well til Mr Jackal is back home, safe and sound.
CJ
- I know, I didn’t spell that right, but I’m not looking it up.