My Motorcycle Injuries

My life and schedule continue to change as things evolve and I move forward. My body isn't changing all that much these days. It's always the same old stuff...soreness, pain, and fatigue. Still, I'm getting plenty of things done at home and around the church property. I have no great restrictions in what I'm able to do, but in the end I pay with a body that feels as though it needs to be replaced, repaired, or rejected.  Still, after all that's been said to me by multiple health care professionals regarding the fact that I probably should have died in the accident because of the combined injuries that I sustained, I feel that each day is a gift given to me. I had no spinal damage, brain damage, or loss of limbs in the accident after being hurled onto a windshield and then thrown to the ground while riding at 40 mph. That in itself should leave me thankful each day as I awaken and actually get myself out of bed. But even greater is the fact that I have, since the acc...

When I first started taking care of my niece (she was five weeks old then) my sister-in-law gave me a used car seat in order to help keep me mobile. I had to place it facing backward in the car, and getting the baby out of it was always a chore. There’s a button that you have to press in order to release the center clip that holds a couple of latches connected to the shoulder straps. It’s the first thing needed to be done in order to loosen a kid from the seat. The button never released the latches well and at times it seemed as though it wouldn’t release them at all. It was a problem that occurred every time that we went for a ride somewhere. I always assumed that it was just old and defective because of the age of the seat, but I tolerated it because I didn’t really leave the house with the baby often. I recently had to turn the seat around because my niece has gotten too tall to sit in the seat facing to the rear. When I first reached to loosen the center clip button with the seat f...

I visited a family member in the hospital very recently. He’s a few years younger than me and he became quite ill a few weeks ago. They were having a difficult time fully diagnosing his problems, but we were told today that they finally figured out what was wrong with him. He’ll have to endure some treatments and a few things in his lifestyle will have to change, but it’s nothing even close to terminal and for that I’m thankful. Seeing him in the hospital waiting to figure out what was wrong while he endured pain and suffering made me think about the road that we travel when dealing with a hospital, a diagnosis, and all of the aftermath. When I was in the hospital, and for many months after I came home, I honestly thought that I would overcome my injuries to the extent that my body would be the same in its function as it was before the accident. I thought that the process would involve me going home, recovering fully, and moving on with life. I have indeed moved on with life in a good ...