There is very little more ground shaking than answering the phone, and hearing your entire family has been in a [car] accident, and yet, that is how my Saturday began…
Needless to say, tending my house, organizing supplies, and life in general outside the hospital has been put on hold. Everyone will make an eventual recovery, but the road in between is long and uncertain to some extent. To think I nearly lost my mother, brother, his wife, and my sister in a single breath… ::shivers:: I’m glad the answer was, Not today.
You might think it would give you a lot of time to knit chain maille while sitting around the hospital (I would have thought so), but I’ve spent the last three days hopping between hospital beds and holding my sister’s hand. Still, it has been part of my duty bag every day; a ritual to keep me grounded. I have upgraded from 4 in 1 and spirals to Byzantine. JPD is an eventual goal, but Byzantine (or birdcage weave as I’d first heard it called) is a snazzy looking step up. Translating that into Box Chain will take careful poring over books, haha. (I tried to do it from memory and ended up with more Byzantine. ::laughs:: )
I feel like I am always promising photos, but honestly, that just doesn’t feel right, right now. (Maybe next time?) I have many roles to play, many shoes to fill… Mother, Sister, Champion… all contrasted against a full-time job while on probation. No responsibility is less than the other. I have sought guidance from my manager in determining what wiggle room – if any – I have if needed as a last resort. Meanwhile, I lean on able-bodied family and friends to lend temporary support with the girls, which so far has allowed me to spend my waking hours at the hospital. There are not enough thank-yous in the world to express my gratitude to everyone. Seriously.