I don’t really have much to say as the past five days obviously aren’t ones I want to relive although I do have a couple vaguely humorous memories, including my initial reactions to being hit which were pretty incredulous. My mind was a blur in those first fifteen minutes… what a way to be introduced to the world of reconstructive surgery.
The doctors seem to think I will be fine within the next six weeks although I am still unsure how I am going to pull this all off. It’s just so intimidating… having to call the other person’s insurance; having to call mine; possibly contacting a lawyer; deciding if I want to sue for pain and suffering like I’m being told to do by some; getting back and forth between Salem and Dallas when Joel’s already overburdened by suddenly having to be his wife’s caretaker’s caretaker in addition to her’s again … I just don’t know.
I’m sure I’ll pull through but it’s all so frustrating. I’m not even that much of an independent person and I’m already chafing at having to ask for everything and needing help to do things I should never have to have help with, like bathing and using the bathroom. I just got the first look at myself since Wednesday a couple hours ago and I look *rough *since I’ve not shaved in about two weeks and haven’t had more than a couple grossly inadequate sponge baths to try to stay clean.
And I get to do this for forty more days. The end result should be interesting. I’m expecting to look like a really disheveled Peter Jackson.
Anyway, I just wanted to let everyone know I’m okay and that things are looking good, if a bit hazy. I really appreciate all the well-wishes, especially from Kallessa, FilmGeek, MsRobyn, XJETGIRLX, and anyone else that went out of their way to call me or send me something to my room. I’m not a flowers and stuffed animal kind of guy but I have to admit that they still made me smile, especially on the rather depressing ride home.
I’m glad you’re out of there, hon. Hope things feel better soon. It’s hard to be dependent on people for easy stuff, but the good news is, it won’t be forever.
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Well, that’s just…just…wrong!
Anybody having to endure what you went through should be privy to 2-3 very thorough sponge baths a day administered by a team of creamylisous Swedes of your choosing.
I’m pretty sure it’s in the fine print of your insurance forms.
