lynati

So I called my sister last night, and caught her getting ready for a date, so we didn't have much time to play catch-up. I called her back today while I was at the laundro-mat, to kill time and see how her date went.

I caught her in the middle of calls to her car insurance company.

To preface the next bit, she's fine. One small cut on her face, another nastier one on her back that didn't even require stiches. Which is pretty good for being hit twice by a giant oil truck and spun off the road earlier this afternoon. Yes, a big tanker-type vehicle managed to drift into her lane and side-swipe her, sending her little car spinning around, at which point the driver slammed on his brakes it still managed to slam head-on into the driver's side door.

Luckily, she was able to walk away with no worse physical damage than those cuts (and a bucnh of glass in her underwear), although her car is totalled.

Luckily, there was a state-trooper two cars behind her who saw the whole thing.

Also, I found out a couple days ago that my granma was taken to the hospital with sudden pains up and down one arm last week...she's fine, the pain was gone before the ambulance even showed, but they kept her for a weekend to do test, the restults of which are not back yet.

I was already freaked out enough by that bit of news before this issue with Sara came up...I just hope that the stress my dad is under tryin to get this 20-year data-set overview together doesn't give him a heart attack. The fact that he even wrote that he was feeling unwell due to the workload is a big thing; its not the sort of issue he'd readily admit to. : \