I finally did find out what happened with the shooting we heard about a week ago. Usually KidThree hears about these relative to the victims: someone will call her to say that this mutual friend, or mutual relative, or relative of a friend, or friend of a relative got shot. Sometimes it takes a little while to find out if the person survived, and if they survived, how badly were they injured. On this occasion last week, KidThree heard from the shooter, instead. He was hysterical and not very clear on what happened but he appeared to think he had killed someone.
It appears that he did hit the person, but that person was only slightly injured and did not report the shooting. The shooter was probably drunk or stoned at the time of the shooting (and the phone call) and thus didn't have a clear idea of what had really happened. That sort of thing used to surprise the heck out of me--that shootings really did routinely go unreported--but it doesn't anymore. In the gang fight that left KidThree paralyzed, another person was hit. He went to the hospital for treatment the next day but lied about what had caused his injury.
***This used to happen a lot when I was in the Navy, too. Mostly we knew when the sailors and Marines were lying, but I'm sure some of them managed to fool us. And sometimes they just told the truth, stupid as it was: "Marine--why did you eat that glass?" Marine: "'Cause I was hungry!" One of my favorites went like this: "We just saw Fiddler on the Roof and I was doing Tevye's dance in my kitchen but it turned out my kitchen was too small for Tevye's dance." (Since his laceration was on the bottom of his foot, I asked for and received his permission to train another corpsman on suturing--we always tried to do training on injuries that wouldn't ordinarily be seen.)
And now to today: KidThree and I went to Group. We took the babies, as if we waited for KidOne to come over after her class, we would miss the first fifteen minutes. When we got there, I dropped KidThree off at the entrance and gave her TwinOne in her carrier, then went to park the car and bring TwinTwo in (KidThree is really good at maneuvering her chair while balancing a Twin in her carrier on her lap).
All our favorites were there. Our one friend hadn't had her bladder stone surgery as that surgeon had to return to his native country for an emergency. It was good to see her, but we had all hoped her surgery would be done yesterday and she would be free of her pain. The young man who came two weeks ago was there. I had thought he was a quadriplegic (because of the appparatus he was strapped into), but he is paraplegic--T-6, Asia B. We focused the meeting today on him, giving him the chance to ask questions of all the SCI folks on things that might help him with his homecoming, as well as just giving all the useful advice we could think of. Even though he had to talk through an interpreter, he got to feeling comfortable enough that he could ask some very personal questions that he had. That is one of the things that Group is so good for--where else can a newly paralyzed person ask others how they handle bladder and bowel problems, and get so many helpful, friendly answers? KidThree just loves Group and hates it when we have to miss it.
A short entry tonight; I had just wanted to give that update on last week's mysterious shooting and then got to thinking about Group. Now it's time for me to go to bed. Goodnight, everyone!
p.s. Thank you, thank you, FriendMW! You are a lifesaver!!