My Motorcycle Injuries

Today was a little busy for me. I mentioned previously in a blog entry ( see here ) that I thought I had a new incisional hernia. It turns out that I do. I’m not certain that I can fully describe how much I hate that this has happened. It seems that every time I gain some ground on recovering my body from the aftereffects of my accident, it’s my body that actually takes itself back. I don’t mind progressing one step at a time; honest. I’ve been doing it for five years now. It’s just that every once in a while my body steals a bunch of those steps away from me and I’m stuck dealing with the need to gain it all back again. It’s like cleaning up after a flood and having the river rise again the next morning. Anyway, after having come to terms with the reality of this latest accident related thrill, I told my wife this morning about the hernia. She was unhappy with me for not telling her sooner, and there was no way for me to properly explain to her what it took for me to come to ...

I’ve mentioned before that I walk a lot during the day. My minimum distance within any given day is five miles (11,400 steps). I don’t walk outside much because I’m always alone and a little paranoid that something will happen with my leg and I won’t be able to get help without calling 911. This week I’ve got the first round of babysitting duties with my new niece. She’s five weeks old and about as cute as a baby can get. I say it’s the first round because I have her this week, then I’ll get her for about a month six weeks from now, and then I’ll probably be taking care of her full-time by mid-August. It requires a lot of energy and work, but being with a baby has its own rewards beyond the labor. I’m really growing quite fond of her. One of the things that I do with her involves walking the path that I take within my house in order to achieve the proper steps each day. Part of that path always involves a trek that stretches from my family room to the center hallway in my house. It’s a...

I told my wife once that a part of me died as a result of the accident and she freaked out a little. Here’s the thing; it seems at times as though a part of me never made it past lying on the side of the road at the accident sight…just a part of me. It’s kind of hard to verbalize, but I’m giving it a shot here. Something inside of me died that day that I can’t seem to get back fully. It was a part of me that subconsciously believed that I would always be OK. It was a part of me that always believed that I was greater than the potential for absolute catastrophe. It was a part of me that continued to see each day with an absolutely care-free attitude that never acknowledged my physical well-being or anything that my body could ever be subjected to. It was a part of me that could commit to any physical activity without hindrance or limit.  Days are different now in how I live them out and in how I look to the future. My life’s days used to involve waking, doing, and finishing. They st...