Jaymes
The cake is a lie
There are quite a few things about my recent surgery that have me going "hmmm..."
The first thing I can easily brush off as coincidence. The surgery was scheduled for the summer solstice, a time of healing and whatnot.
A few other things kind of make me uncertain this is all coincidence, though. The surgery, expected to last 6-8 hours, was finished a half hour early. I was able to go home a day earlier than expected. My recovery's been going quite a bit better than expected.
The thing that sticks out the most is someone my mother talked to at the hospital. While I was asleep, she went outside and talked with some of the other parents at the hospital (I was at a children's hospital). A woman asked where she was from, and after a bit of "oh you wouldn't know it, it's in the middle of nowhere," she told her our hometown. The woman asked my mom's maiden name, got a funny look on her face, and called her husband over.
Turns out her husband was the brother of the man that saw my mother's father die in a car crash the Christmas Eve he was coming home from work (he worked in Alaska; it made good money but he didn't see my mom, grandma, or aunts much). A lot of things that were said about how he wrecked never added up. They said he was driving too fast (he was a careful driver), the tires blew out (he had just bought new tires), things like that. My grandpa's brother was into drug dealing and he was starting to get him out of that, so various people were angry with him and it's thought he was murdered. The husband said his brother didn't talk about what he saw much, but did give my mom some contact info for later.
Seriously, what are the odds of me being in the hospital at the same time as those guys? Kinda wiggy.
Or maybe it is all coincidence! Who knows. Either way it can lead to some closure for my mom, which is good.
The first thing I can easily brush off as coincidence. The surgery was scheduled for the summer solstice, a time of healing and whatnot.
A few other things kind of make me uncertain this is all coincidence, though. The surgery, expected to last 6-8 hours, was finished a half hour early. I was able to go home a day earlier than expected. My recovery's been going quite a bit better than expected.
The thing that sticks out the most is someone my mother talked to at the hospital. While I was asleep, she went outside and talked with some of the other parents at the hospital (I was at a children's hospital). A woman asked where she was from, and after a bit of "oh you wouldn't know it, it's in the middle of nowhere," she told her our hometown. The woman asked my mom's maiden name, got a funny look on her face, and called her husband over.
Turns out her husband was the brother of the man that saw my mother's father die in a car crash the Christmas Eve he was coming home from work (he worked in Alaska; it made good money but he didn't see my mom, grandma, or aunts much). A lot of things that were said about how he wrecked never added up. They said he was driving too fast (he was a careful driver), the tires blew out (he had just bought new tires), things like that. My grandpa's brother was into drug dealing and he was starting to get him out of that, so various people were angry with him and it's thought he was murdered. The husband said his brother didn't talk about what he saw much, but did give my mom some contact info for later.
Seriously, what are the odds of me being in the hospital at the same time as those guys? Kinda wiggy.
Or maybe it is all coincidence! Who knows. Either way it can lead to some closure for my mom, which is good.
