SO, for anyone not on Balt-wash, my girlfriend Lisa was in what I can only call a horrific car accident Wednesday evening, on her way up to see me. She doesn't remember anything, but according to the state trooper, she was involved in a head-on collision with a large Chevy pickup truck carrying a trailer. In the words of the trooper, "her car exploded". Debris strewn across 150 feet of the road. The one area of the car not completely mangled or destroyed: the driver's area. Again in the trooper's words, "it's a good thing she was driving a Honda." She was flown from the scene to the MD Shock Trauma center, where she spent the night. Many stitches, X-rays, and a CT scan later, the medical types determined that nothing was broken, and that she'd recover fine. She's bruised up and sore, and stitched up from head to toe, well, head to waist on her left side, but bruised from head to toe.

Now I want to mention Jennifer. I don't know Jennifer's last name. I know she's a teacher at an elementary school. She called me from the accident scene. I thought she was an EMT or something. Turns out she was just a concerned bystander who wanted to help. She told me about the accident, and that Lisa had given her my number. Lisa doesn't remember Jennifer. Lisa didn't know where she was or what day it was, but she knew my phone number. Lisa wants to call Jennifer to thank her. I want to track her down and give her a huge hug.

On my way to shock trauma, I called Kathleen to get directions. Next thing I know, vees is calling me to offer me crash space in B'more. Then Kathleen calls to tell me to meet her at the emergency entrance and she'd park my car. I have the coolest friends.

They discharged her around 6:00 AM. I called her employer to say that she wouldn't be in until the end of next week at the earliest, then called mine to say that I'd been up all night and was going home to get some sleep. Skipped class yesterday, Micah was great enough to lead class for me, even though he was feeling sick. I didn't ask him to, he volunteered. So I spent the day taking care of Lisa. She worries too much about being a burden. I'm glad to have something to do to help.

I returned to work today, but I'm not finding myself particularly useful. In an interesting delayed reaction, writing this keeps making me cry.

I told Lisa I want her to move in with me and Alex. I don't want her doing that commute anymore. It's something I've been thinking about, I've just been too chicken to go ahead and do it. We'd have to get a bigger place, which doesn't break my heart anyway. First things first though, she needs to look for work in the area.