Wee hours' distress
Around two this morning, the sound of a huge vehicle rumbling up our block yanked me out of dreamland. I looked out to see a fire engine parked in front of our house, and personnel heading into a house across the street. A woman in her early forties who had a baby boy five weeks ago had suffered an aneurysm, and was taken of for emergency surgery. They also have a four-year-old boy; the in-laws came down to help with the kids. The in-laws have all the wrong bumper stickers on their car, but I have reached across the aisle to help.
posted by isabelita at 11:54 AM
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How very sad for the whole family. Reaching across the aisle is a good thing.
Oh, dear. I hope she'll be OK.
And Goo Gone should help get those bumperstickers right off. You know, if you're up late and have nothing better to do...
Her husband told me today that the docs have been bringing her out of sedation a bit to check on body movement, which has been promising, but it may be weeks before they van be sure she's really recovering. Fricking scary and awful.
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