November 25, 2004
One of my sisters was in a car accident today. She called me at work, from the scene. Air bags had deployed. She said her face hurt, and her knee too.
Nine of us showed up at the hospital, family and friends. She was in a neck brace and strapped down to one of those boards to keep her immobile until x-rays were done. Action was easier than waiting. One of us was on the phone, calling police departments and towing companies, trying to find out who had jurisdiction and where the hell my sister's car had been taken. One of us headed over to her apartment to take care of the dog. We compared notes, trying to piece together from what my sister said, what happened, where. Did she hydroplane? Was there a blowout?
Others went to make phone calls or drive along the highway, looking for the vehicle that didn't yet appear in a police report or in the custody of a towing company, even though the accident was hours before. The vehicle sat on I-75 for three fucking hours. Where the hell was the Atlanta PD? Why did an off-duty federal officer have to handle everything and wait around for city cops to show up finally to assign a case number and set everything in motion?
One of us ended up alone in the waiting room while others took action, or waited with my sister (only two were allowed at a time inside the emergency area). One of us minded the tote bags we brought straight from work, holding the shoes my sister didn't want to wear while she lay strapped to the board. One of us, desperate for other voices, made phone calls and sent text messages, to bide the time, waiting for more information.
The x-rays came out ok; she's going to be sore for a while, but that's the worst of it. After a couple of hours, she was released from the hospital. I held my little sister's hand while she leaned on me and my mom as we walked out to the parking deck.
She's staying with our parents. Painkillers have been prescribed. Four of us went to the towing company yard and it took all of us two trips to clear out the stuff in the vehicle, bound to be declared totaled.
Somehow, on an interstate highway in a metropolitan area teeming with dense northbound Thanksgiving traffic, my sister's SUV managed to avoid hitting other cars when the tire blew out and the vehicle crossed multiple lanes, eventually hitting the wall. Somehow my sister merely will suffer splitting headaches and soreness from whiplash, but remain otherwise ok.
For my sister to be ok, I give my thanks. For those of you I bugged with my inane blatherings, thank you for listening and being a help.