Bike crash 2023 anniversary

[lproven]

(Not really update 22.)

Huh. Missed the anniversary of the latest bike crash – it was on Monday.

Today, the ever-helpful Google showed me a selfie I took from my hospital bed a year ago. (Thanks *so* much for the reminder, Googs.)

So, a year ago today I had more or less got some kind of alertness back and was hoping to get transferred over to Liverpool for my arm to be reassembled. Little did I know it would take another 4 days, because they were hoping to put me in an ordinary airline seat...

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[zotz]

And how are you doing now?

[liam_on_linux]

Not great. Alive, two arms, two hands. The right is almost locked in place, palm downwards, so there are a lot of everyday tasks that are hard work. It's not much use. I have quite good movement in the wrist, considering the extent of the injuries, maybe about 80%, but still enough to be a bit limiting. But the inability to even rotate it to "karate chop" position really restricts what I can do with it.

Anniversaries and wellbeing

[grahamperrin]

I do, sometimes, wonder how you are.

If it makes you feel any better: on 6th December, Google reminded me of photos from six years ago.

December 2018, early hours of the morning, whilst trying to spend a safe night at a local hotel because my housemate was going off the rails (skunk etc.). After my sleep was broken by receipt of a worrying text: I left the hotel, in darkness, drove home, crept fearfully into the house. Found (and photographed, hours later, in daylight): broken glass spread around the kitchen. Including saucepans, clothing and FFS, the floor around my cats' food bowls.

You don't want to know what ensued (visualise: thirteen emergency vehicles), I reckon it pales into insignificance compared to your crash and post-crash experiences.

Fast-forward to 6th December 2024. After silently not thanking Google for https://photos.app.goo.gl/rbKmuPLk8SNHvWkg8 and friends, I relate snippets of the old story to a colleague at work. Later, arriving home, I step into the kitchen, in darkness, I'm wading through some kind of mess with glass in its midst. A few moments of fear. There's a happy ending: cats (not on skunk) had made the mess – by pulling a huge jar of instant coffee off a high shelf whilst trying to get at butter in the cupboard above the kettle. Only one thing was more incredible than the jar not shattering after bouncing across hard surfaces from a height of six feet:

- the butter was untouched.

I swear, whichever cat committed the offence agreed, with the other cat, to not touch the butter. Not this time. It would be a step too far.

Re: Anniversaries and wellbeing

[liam_on_linux]

Are you stalking me, Graham? :-)

I'm all right. Once I got to the point I could more or less trust the arm, I started to just get used to what it can't do any more and learning ways to do things. I am way more left-handed than I was but I am adapting and just, well, getting on with it, really.

The domestic incident does sound pretty horrifying, though! :-o I thought I'd had some bad flatmates, but sheesh...