my sister
So my sister got in a pretty terrible car accident today.
First off, by some miracle, she is completely fine. No one else was involved. She hit a pot hole going down the mountain to work and her car spun out and flipped on its side. The driver side windows both shattered. She doesn't remember crawling out of the car, but she did. She has a single scratch on her finger AND THAT'S IT.
Someone stopped to help her, then another girl who we both knew stopped to help her (she is one of five sisters; one of them was in my high school class and one of them was in Gen's) and called my mom at school, who left her class and went right over. She took Gen home and dealt with some insurance stuff, then took her to Urgent Care to get X-rays to make sure everything was okay internally.
My mom said she's really lucky. Apparently the guardrail was a lot closer to her head than she let on, she could have easily been paralyzed or worse. She's shaken up, obviously, but hopefully otherwise okay, though I guess we won't really know for a few days.
I just - it was so scary getting that phone call. I am so, so glad she is okay, but just knowing how bad it could have been....I don't know what I would have done. She's my baby sister.
Thankfully, she's okay.
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I donated money to Doctors Without Borders and Yele. Please, if you can, donate even $5. Every little bit helps. Now is the time for compassion. I gave $100, $50 to each. Give something.
I watched CNN all night. I don't know how I'm going to sleep.
It has been a very emotionally draining day. I got stopped by an ASPCA rep on the street yesterday and signed up to give monthly donations. I want to get big on donations this year. I am very fortunate and I want to give back and help those who don't have as much. I spend enough money on crap for myself, I could be doing something good instead.
And then of course I get a call from PAWS, the no kill shelter I contacted over the summer about giving my cats to. For those of you who are new, I have two kitties who I love a lot, but they never learned how to pee in the litter box. They mostly keep to puppy training pads I set outside the litter box, though one has chose the shower directly over the drain as her "spot" (it could be worse). I can't live like this anymore, and I'm not home enough and they get pissed and pee on the couch in retaliation. I love them to death but I feel like someone out there can give someone the love and attention that they deserve and, quite frankly, need.
That said, I am completely wracked with guilt over it...what if someone isn't as tolerant as me? What if someone doesn't love them as much as me and just abandons them? Luckily PAWS will take them back if they prove problematic, but still... I just, I feel so guilty for giving them away. I just can't do it anymore. I'm such a terrible person.
I have to call them back tomorrow.
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I have to go to bed. I am so emotionally drained from this day. I got my bloodwork back and everything is good so I don't need a transfusion. Surgery is Monday.
Today was full of good things that could otherwise have been catastrophes.
First off, by some miracle, she is completely fine. No one else was involved. She hit a pot hole going down the mountain to work and her car spun out and flipped on its side. The driver side windows both shattered. She doesn't remember crawling out of the car, but she did. She has a single scratch on her finger AND THAT'S IT.
Someone stopped to help her, then another girl who we both knew stopped to help her (she is one of five sisters; one of them was in my high school class and one of them was in Gen's) and called my mom at school, who left her class and went right over. She took Gen home and dealt with some insurance stuff, then took her to Urgent Care to get X-rays to make sure everything was okay internally.
My mom said she's really lucky. Apparently the guardrail was a lot closer to her head than she let on, she could have easily been paralyzed or worse. She's shaken up, obviously, but hopefully otherwise okay, though I guess we won't really know for a few days.
I just - it was so scary getting that phone call. I am so, so glad she is okay, but just knowing how bad it could have been....I don't know what I would have done. She's my baby sister.
Thankfully, she's okay.
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I donated money to Doctors Without Borders and Yele. Please, if you can, donate even $5. Every little bit helps. Now is the time for compassion. I gave $100, $50 to each. Give something.
I watched CNN all night. I don't know how I'm going to sleep.
It has been a very emotionally draining day. I got stopped by an ASPCA rep on the street yesterday and signed up to give monthly donations. I want to get big on donations this year. I am very fortunate and I want to give back and help those who don't have as much. I spend enough money on crap for myself, I could be doing something good instead.
And then of course I get a call from PAWS, the no kill shelter I contacted over the summer about giving my cats to. For those of you who are new, I have two kitties who I love a lot, but they never learned how to pee in the litter box. They mostly keep to puppy training pads I set outside the litter box, though one has chose the shower directly over the drain as her "spot" (it could be worse). I can't live like this anymore, and I'm not home enough and they get pissed and pee on the couch in retaliation. I love them to death but I feel like someone out there can give someone the love and attention that they deserve and, quite frankly, need.
That said, I am completely wracked with guilt over it...what if someone isn't as tolerant as me? What if someone doesn't love them as much as me and just abandons them? Luckily PAWS will take them back if they prove problematic, but still... I just, I feel so guilty for giving them away. I just can't do it anymore. I'm such a terrible person.
I have to call them back tomorrow.
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I have to go to bed. I am so emotionally drained from this day. I got my bloodwork back and everything is good so I don't need a transfusion. Surgery is Monday.
Today was full of good things that could otherwise have been catastrophes.