Yikes?

 RantWoman has two friends close to her age, Wing Nut and Curmudgeon. Wing Nut and Curmudgeon long ago qui the blogosphere and fled to Facebookistan, but they get to have noms de blog for this post. 

This has been, um, a WEEK for the two of them. Friday was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Well, they were darned lucky it was not worse, but there was definitely bad physics involved. Wing Nut, Curmudgeon and their wonderful German shepherd Calla were returning home from a walk, crossing a street with the light. No thanks to a hit-and-run SUV driver Wing Nut is alive and well and "only" dealing with flashbacks, getting a neighbor to help her bury the dog, and ...  

The scene of the Hit and Run crime

There apparently were many witnesses and witnesses willing to give statements to the police.

Curmudgeon got scooped up into an ambulance, but the ambulance just drove highway speeds until the freeway exit where the driver turned on the lights and siren.

Tonight Curmudgeon is alive and turning all sorts of colors, missing a few teeth, needing to work on breathing with one of those make the ball float devices. Curmudgeon is learning to get around with a walker because she is not supposed to put any weigh on a leg with a bunch of new plates and screws involved for several weeks. Curmudgeon is also having to inject herself with an anticoagulant twice a day. Curmudgeon HATES needles but dealing with injections is one of the reasons CURMUDGEON CAME HOME FROM THE HOSPITAL TONIGHT!

Wait. Back up a couple nights, the day after Curmudgeon had surgery to put her tibia back together. RantWoman called Curmudgeon in the hospital and had a fine conversation, not counting background noise. Curmudgeon said on the phone that she had a new roommate. As soon as RantWoman hung up from the conversation, Curmudgeon texted RantWoman: the reason roommate was in the hospital made RantWoman suck in her breath, mutter "Oh EHLL NO," and text back YIKES!

Yikes! Was RantWoman just being a typical hyperventilating clueless white person? White person, check. Hyperventilating? Probably a little. Clueless? not entirely or maybe too many clues? How about worried about Curmudgeon having to overhear details, discussion of possible bad decisions and cycles of violence. RantWoman would definitely not want to be overhearing such things while trying to focus on her own healing! One problem with unsolicited details: then one has to decide what to do with the details RantWoman elicited by text. 

At a certain point, RantWoman just lost it and included Wing Nut in the text conversation. By this time Curmudgeon had time not only to overhear things on would probably prefer not to know but also to have some conversation with roommate. Roommate sounds like she needs help, help to stay away from bad decisions and to work on some hopes and dreams. At least that is the most optimistic interpretation of Roommate's spin. After the text exchange Curmudgeon decided things would probably be okay. Roommate has not come up further n conversation.. Curmudgeon is now home safe with kitties and non-slip socks for the wood floor in her house. 

RantWoman for her part is still in the middle of a nice "Oh Hell No" fit bout about the miscreant SUV driver and about Curmudgeon's roommate. Please hold in the Light.