When we last left CG, she was coughing up a lung and swanning around the office, sooooo sick with her cold. At the end of week two, I was over it and the Boss was coming down with it. CG went off on her weekend, which we knew included a trip to her friend’s family cabin up north.
As it happens, they drove through Crex Meadows and thought of me, knowing I was up north, too. 🙂
Monday morning arrived and no CG. Church Lady and I looked at each other, wondering what the latest catastrophe was. We soon found out.
The Boss appeared later than usual, her voice a croak, and in her arms, every cold remedy known to man. In the office bathroom is a plethora of first aid stuff, including ibuprofen, band-aids, acetaminophen, Neosporin, and various other treatments; the Boss takes care of her employees.
Boss said, “CG isn’t coming in today. She was in a car accident over the weekend.”
It took a couple days to get the story, and the full extent of it wasn’t told until CG returned, which was Wednesday. It seems she and her friend, M, were speeding on the gravel back roads when he hit a patch of sand and flipped the car. It did a complete 360, so they landed on the wheels, but CG’s arm banged into the window and was torn open by broken glass.
They’re in the middle of nowhere with dying phones, a barely-there signal, and CG with a bloody arm, which she’s holding over her head. They tied a tourniquet on it. The friend was just fine, but CG’s tats will never be the same. She was working on a full sleeve on the right arm and the eighteen stitches she required will change that permanently.
The vehicle was totaled. They had to borrow an uncle’s car to get back to the cities. Let’s face it, the friend was an idiot. I’ve been on many gravel roads, and you do not speed on them because the danger is very real. It doesn’t take much to spin out or slide into a ditch. At the same time they were tooling around where they were, I was in my friend’s car on similar gravel roads. I warned him to slow down. He listened. M didn’t.
The friend is thirty-one. CG is twenty-three. I hope he learned something from this experience (and jesus, don’t I sound like my mother right now? I hate sounding like my mother.).
CG was crying Thursday afternoon because of the pain. The Boss comforted her. I focused on getting the work done.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m sympathetic. But this could all have been avoided if a little common sense had been employed.
But wait, there’s more! Since the accident, CG has been experiencing odd temporal reactions, i.e., she drove through a red light and didn’t realize it until she was in the intersection. She pulled up at a stop sign and tapped the vehicle in front of her. And there was another incident, but she hasn’t shared that one yet; we only know, “Three times in the last two days, I’ve almost killed someone.”
A slight exaggeration, but notable nonetheless. She scrambled her brains in that accident. M’s uncle, who’s a doctor, said, “Roll the car twice and you break your neck.” That scared the piss out of her.
If this doesn’t serve as a cautionary tale to those two, nothing will. Church Lady suggested we lock CG in a padded room on Sundays to prevent further mayhem, because she calls in “sick” or whatever on Mondays a lot.
In other news, AJ is working on the new story, which most of you know is named “Queers.” I’m one-fourth to one-third through the WIP. Summer finally arrived in St Paul; it hit 90 today. Fans are running in every room in the apartment. Ninety in the city is way hotter than ninety in the country. All that cement, ya know.
Have a terrific weekend! See you Monday.