I feel sorry for you, but not much, because I have problems of my own. My baby brother was recently hit by a car and had to stay in the hospital for 1 week. My family was so devastated because my parents thought he would be disabled for life. The doctors performed orthopedic surgery and he's fine, thank God. Ironically, he can't go to school for 2 months. It was horrifying because I was there, right beside him, when he walked out into the street. It was all so quick. One moment I see the white SUV flash past, the next moment I see my brother laying about 20 feet down the street, with blood on his face and neck. My parents run out both crying and miserable. His shirt was torn and stained with blood. Thankfully, the car has not hit his torso, or he could have died. His leg was only hurt, shattered. Thank god for insurance. I, now view this accident as a blessing, because it easily could've been so much worse.
Oh, and, I'm sorry for your etymotics.
