Bad Things To Good People

I’m a believer in the idea that bad things happen to good people. I’m also a believer that people make decisions that bring about the bad things that happen to them. Of course, that’s not always true, other people make decisions that bring about bad things to others. In this case, it’s the former. I think. How it was explained to me seems to be the case.

I have a friend that I don’t talk to very often, but if I needed something from him he’d help me out I think. His name is Lorne, and his sister is someone that introduced me to the band Filter. She is actually the one that showed me (in an indirect way) that we don’t have to believe or settle into the stereotypes that people expect of us. I believe it’s because her mother was a positive influence in her creativity and she was/is also a generally good mother. Lorne’s sister’s name is Danielle, and she was in a car accident a few weeks ago. Her mother was unable to contact me to inform me of this incident but I heard the story of what happened. Bad things happen to good people, and although Danielle survived the car accident, she’s in less than stellar shape. I went to visit her Sunday morning. She’s been paralyzed on her left side, but seems to be improving actually, and generally broken her body in interesting ways. I didn’t see the video footage, but her car turned end over end and apparently rolled as well. She struck a utility pole.

Amazingly, I work in a hospital but dislike them a great deal. I don’t like visiting people who are sick or dying. It makes me uncomfortable. It’s the smell of hospitals. They smell like death….and urine. I avoid going to patient rooms if at all possible. So, I was expecting to be uncomfortable while visiting someone that I care about a great deal, someone that helped me beat up another girl when I was in 6th or 7th grade. This is someone that I call my sister if someone asks me who she is. I avoided visiting my grandmother in the hospital if at all possible, due to the aforementioned issues. It was surprisingly pleasant though. She was talking and lucid, but she has some short term memory loss and she’s doped up (obviously). I was much relieved to see that she’d gained some motion in her left shoulder. She didn’t have that before, how she was moving it with a broken scapula though is beyond me. That morphine must be powerful stuff to move that around without looking discomfited much. Of course, if she has no real sensation over on that side, it makes sense.

The point of this post? There isn’t one I guess. Maybe I’m venting because I don’t feel like talking directly to anyone. Danielle was driving on very little sleep and she thinks (although she honestly can’t remember) she fell asleep. That’s unfortunate, but sometimes bad things happen to good people. It’s unfortunate, but it’s the climate in which we live our lives. I look forward to visiting her more often and (meeting her husband as well) watching her condition improve. Our hospital has some of the best facilities in the country for people. We’ll see if they can’t put their money where their mouth is, so to speak.