For the most part I try to keep this blog lighthearted. There are so many serious and depressing issues in the world today and at times it is nice to just escape them. For me, this is done by writing. For many of you, it is done by reading.
I made a conscious decision when I started this blog that I was not going to discuss in much detail the car accident I was involved in two years ago or the recovery I continue to go through. (You know the car accident where the asshole ran the stop sign, t-boned my car and left me with my dominant/right arm not working … multiple surgeries, and my life forever changed.) Yeah, THAT one. After all, who wants to read a downer blog? (I have written a few posts regarding events at physical therapy where I spend most of my time. There are just so many amusing incidents that take place there.)
In hindsight, however, I wish I had begun blogging the entire saga the day of the accident. The story of what has happened during the last two years rivals the best fiction out there – yet, it is all, tragically, true. In the United States nearly every serious car accident ends up in litigation as mine has. Because there is a legal case, I am very limited in what I can say or put into writing. Suffice it to say it has been two years of hell, intense pain, intense frustration … and it is far from over. I say this fully realizing that many of you have more serious challenges in your own lives than anything I’ve had to face. I completely empathize. That is one thing about this whole ordeal … I have so much empathy for everyone else going through their own challenges now.
I am relatively new to the blogging world. I am still going through my learning curve and every day seems to bring new knowledge, and some new surprises. First, I can’t believe how fast my readership has gone up and that people from all over the world are logging on. Thank you so much – it is thrilling to me that you are reading! Second, I have been amazed that people out there want to know what’s going on with my recovery. It has actually stunned me. Because of that, I have decided that I will start adding an "extra" post perhaps once every couple weeks with a brief update on my status. All posts related to the accident or its aftermath will be listed under the category "The Recovery" which you can access by clicking on in the sidebar.
A few weeks ago I told you how I was learning to roll a ball again. Well, that didn’t work out so well. My pain level skyrocketed after that event. My doctor saw me the next day, returned to giving me the horrible injections into the middle of my shoulder joint, made me rest for a few days and resume a "slower pace" of physical therapy. (Slower?! Slower than two years and five surgeries? How can things get any slower?) The day I saw him I think two years of pain and frustration peaked. To say I felt a little depressed that day is an understatement.
Now a couple weeks later I am once again attempting some new things. That is how this goes … one step forward, three steps back. My arm still hangs at my side like a useless noodle, but The Torturer has given me a few movements to attempt in my pool. I can’t say I am able to do all of them yet, but I’m not giving up. Being in the water does seem to make things easier. The water lifts my arm for me, something I can’t do on my own. In addition, today at PT The Torturer began me on some new activities. You know how a baby learns to crawl by first laying on its stomach and pushing up with its arms? Well, that is what I am trying to do – push up a little bit (maybe an inch or two) in the hopes of getting some strength in my currently useless arm. I wasn’t too successful, and I did end up needing a pain pill as a result of the attempt. But it is a start. That alone is a glimmer of hope.