Three days out.



Ain’t I handsome!?! :)

Actually, that was taken Saturday night on my way home. Like I said they had wanted to keep me overnight in the hospital but I just wanted to be home.

So, what’s it like three days out?

It’s a gigantic pain in the ass getting around on crutches. The crutches thing would be enough of a problem on its own but throw in the broken rib and it means I get a nice twinge in my side every time I go and move around on the damn things. Also, the road rash stuff, those nice big scabby thingies have a tendency to dry out and don’t take well to moving around too much.

I actually dragged my ass back down to the hospital today because I had to get the x-rays they shot. Later this morning, I’ll be going to get the cast put on my ankle.

Overall, I manage to get pretty tired. After the whole trip down to the hospital and back I was wiped out and wound up just going to sleep. I have my moments of energy but I’m figuring I will need at least two weeks to get back to a little bit easier moving around (scabs healing, most of the bruising healing too). The rib and the ankle will take longer. The key is to keep moving around because if you let these things slow you up you have a much rougher time trying to rehabilitate.

Two weeks, piece of cake.

In the meantime, if I can impose upon people every once in awhile, I’ll be fine.