2 months ago
Sorry if the last journal seemed a little rambly. I was just super excited after my doctor's visit. Time for a proper update!
I've been in my parents' home for about a month,now, doing physical therapy. I feel like a post-op Spartan. I had a lot of stuff put in me, have a long recovery readjusting and relearning how to move, and have to eat a high protein (and high fiber) diet. To top it off, I'm coming out of this with a lot of kick-ass scars! Now all I need is the neural chip.
The gerbils are having a blast and chewing up every toilet paper roll I give them, but Sienna is not happy having to share space with 3 other kitties. But once she's done hissing and growling at them, she enjoys the extra people to pet her and going out in my dad's backyard. I do, too; it's beautiful.
I've been doing plenty of physical therapy. Though not as frequent as when I was a patient at the acute care facility, the workouts are a lot more difficult. I've been going through exercises to rebuild left leg strength and my core, which has been non-existent since they sliced me open. Literally. There is a giant scar running from my sternum down to my pelvis bone where they cut me open to pull out and find any damage to my innards. Trying to do a crunchie has been a b***h and a half. I also say I'm building left leg strength because after compensating for 2 months, my right thigh is massive!
With any luck, things will even out because I am finally full weight bearing on the left. I've been hobbling around the house all week on one crutch. I'm also about to switch from having an in-home therapist to being an outpatient... somewhere to continue my physical therapy. This is a big step since whatever facility I end up going to (hopefully UC Davis) is going to have a lot more and a lot heavier equipment to use. It's going to be difficult, but I'm looking forward to getting on a stationary bike or a row machine. It all pushes me back to being at 100% and going home.
3 months ago
So, since the last journal, I've made it to California (via first class ), have settled into my parents' house, and have seen all my new doctors. And earlier this week, I got some amazing news: I can start putting weight on my left leg.
What I've gotten from the doctors is all the same; my body wants to heal, and there are beautiful signs of it healing up better and faster than they expected. Beginning this week, I can put 25% of my weight on my left leg. Next week, it's 50%. The week after, 75%, and you get the picture. I could soon be wobbling around the house by myself in a month, and walking just fine in 2! With any luck, I'll go home in June and be back to work in July.
Hey, I can dream. Wish me luck!
4 months ago
First off, I'd just like thank everyone for all the will-wishes and support. It's been great to know that there are so many of you who care, and it reminds me of why I love the RT community and what makes you guys so great. If any of you are interested in learning more about the accident... well, there's not much. However, my supervisor emailed me a link to the news report, and you can see it here.
So, I'm feeling much better than I did 2 weeks ago when I made my first post about the incident, so I figured this was a good time to give you guys a less rushed (and more coherent) update.
As I mentioned before, my company flew out my dad and stepmom when I was injured. Before I was transferred to the acute care facility, Gaylord Hospital, my stepmom took a flight to my home in Dallas. There, she picked up my cat, Sienna, and my gerbils, packed up some extra things for me, buttoned up my apartment, and drove my car to California where she is taking care of my pets for me.
My dad, in the meantime, is staying with me in Connecticut until I'm discharged and can go to California. He has been a huge help, and I'm so glad he's here. He's bought me sweats and looser clothes since I had only packed business casual, and they didn't really fit (in size or purpose) after the accident. He's bought me treats, helped me deal with paperwork and insurance, been my moral support, and even helps me out with my workouts in physical therapy. I don't think I could have gotten through half of this without him here. Love you, Daddy!
Physically, I'm improving in leaps and bounds. All of my staples and sutures have been removed, and I'm cleared to take showers instead of just cleaning myself out of a sink. I'm not able to take one every day, but it's nice when I can, and it's a step closer to feeling human again. I've also come a long way in my physical therapy. When I started, I was unable to move my left leg at all. Now, I can raise my left leg, kick it in and out, and almost scissor kick it when I'm on the mat. It's still painful, I don't have a large range of motion, and I can't put any weight on it for another month, but it's working again! I'm doing so well, that I was issued my yellow bracelet. That means that I can get in and out of bed on my own, and I can go to the bathroom by myself but only using the wheelchair. Overall, it's just little things and freedoms, but they're a huge morale boost.
Also, my doctors have been weaning me off the pain medication. For the most part, I haven't noticed a difference until this last Monday. They took my medication down another notch. A big one. And it hurt. I have quick release painkillers that are only issued to me if I ask, and I went from taking 3 of them a week to 3 of them a day. Thankfully, the doctor reevaluated and re-upped my meds. I'm back to feeling painless for the most part.
To top all this great news off, I have been cleared to fly home by 3 out of 4 of my doctors. This is momentous news for my dad and I. Originally, because both of my lungs collapsed, I had been told that I would not be able to fly for 60 to 90 days after my accident, due to concerns that the pressurized cabin would cause them to collapse again (or something like that). Because of that, we had expected to have to take Amtrak or, gods forbid, drive home. If I can fly home, it turns a 3 to 4 day train ride into a one day trip! I see the last doctor tomorrow. If my heart doctor approves, I will leave the hospital and fly home this Thursday March 26th. If not: best case scenario, I have to take the train home this week; worst case, I have to stay longer in the hospital until he says I'm clear to go. Wish me luck!
Finally, a special thanks to:
Sorry I didn't respond to anyone's comments, but I really do appreciate them. I now have more mobility and more computer access, so I'll be better able to respond to them from now on.
4 months ago
So, this post was originally reserved to brag about how I got an awesome new job and all (which I did) and how I finished up all the training. Unfortunately, things didn't all go as planned.
I did get a new job, one with a company I'd been pursuing for about a year, and was super excited to start. So, on February 1st, I flew out to Hartford, CT to do the new hire orientation and training. Things were all going well, and then I was hit by a truck.
I don't actually remember the accident. I don't even remember the day of or the few days after. From what the police told me, I was returning to the hotel after dinner. I went to the crosswalk, waited for cars to pass, made it to the median, waited for more cars to pass, stepped out, and was hit by a pick-up truck. I went flying about 30 feet.
So far, everyone is impressed that I'm alive. I suffered severe damage to the heart, 2 collapsed lungs, damaged liver, spleen, kidneys, severe bruising on my limbs, head trauma, broken ribs, cracked my L-1 through L-5 vertebra, and a crushed pelvis. I was hurt very, very far away from home, with no one familiar around me.
However, my new company could not have been more supportive. They flew out my parents from California and put them up in a hotel. They helped pay for and supply transportation between the hotel and hospital, and they're helping us in setting up worker's comp and insurance claims. One of my new hire instructors actually stayed with me the entire first night, keeping my parents updated until they could get to Connecticut. I am so grateful for all their help, and I am so grateful for my parents being here.
According to everyone, I am healing up better than expected. Hell, the first few days, I was expected to die. Instead, I have been recovering better than expected, was just released from the hospital, and have been moved to an acute care facility for physical therapy. The goal is to recover enough to travel home to California to finish recovering with my family.
Wish me luck.
6 months ago
11 months ago
Well, the gerbils have reached 5 weeks of age, and the next stage was to separate the boys and the girls (I do not need a third litter). This became even more pressing when I took a look at Gobby, who looked ready to pop in a couple of days. All I can say is that I have some close timing. I split the gerbils up last night (and I really hope I did it right) and woke up this morning to find Gobby giving birth. Again.
I actually feel really bad about splitting up Hobby and Gobby. I know I don't want a third litter. I didn't want any litters, but they always made a cute, caring couple. During the first birth, sure, Hobby was actively interested in planting the next litter, but when he wasn't, he was very attentive, spent tons of time grooming, massaging and helping Gobby with the birth. The daughters just look confused, or they're sleeping. I hope Gobby makes it through this birth okay. She doesn't have as much help.
11 months ago
So, this journal is kinda late. Sorry. Been distracted by real life. In gerbil news, all the babies have opened their eyes! All the white ones have bright ruby eyes and all the colored ones have black eyes. They've been careening around the tank ever since. Seriously, it doesn't look like they run. It just looks like they launch themselves across the cage.
Also, their teeth have grown in. They've started eating solid food and love to steal the chew toys I used to throw in just for Hobby and Gobby. They all swarm over the treat. In addition, they all growing (of course) and are starting to look a little less like puff balls and more like gerbils, but they're still as adorable as ever.
11 months ago
Around SDCC, test footage was released for the Deadpool movie that has been "in progress" for the last, what? Four years? And while FOX is aggressively pulling down any copies of this on YouTube, an "Official Release" was finally posted a few days ago here. And like the journal title says, this is Deadpool done right.
From the banter, to the action, to the downright insanity of the piece, I think this is what every fan is looking for in a future Deadpool movie. Our Merc with a Mouth (voiced by Ryan Reynolds) breaks the fourth wall, kicks ass, sings and drops plenty of humor on the audience.
While it is CG, I think that could actually benefit the movie. Deadpool is a character that talks fast and moves even faster, and the use of CG in this test footage allowed for the unique shots and speed needed to capture the energy of this character. From Wade's drop into the SUV, the small actions like undoing that ne'er-do-well's seatbelt, the slow mo shot of his doodle and a perfect car landing, it works. I mean, it really works. Animating will give the creators better control of pacing and timing, and it just may be the way to go to really show off what Deadpool is capable of.
So, to anyone who's a fan, I highly recommend you watch the test footage, and if you like what you see, like this journal, pass on the word to your friends, and do your best to really light a fire under FOX's ass so we can finally get this movie made. Or, if you have Wade's number, I'm willing to bet he's got plenty of explosives to convince FOX to get a move on. After all, it worked with High Moon Studios.
Deadpool Test Footage
1 year ago
The baby gerbils are now 2 weeks old. They've got a full layer of fur on them, and they are beyond adorable. They still haven't opened their eyes, but they run all over the cage. Also, I'd like to thank a certain friend for lending me her old aquarium. It's bigger than the old cage and a lot safer for the babies. Added bonus: it's a lot easier to see the babies.
1 year ago
All the baby jelly beans are now a week old, and they've grown a layer of fuzz. Must be mold. I have moldy beans!
I finally got the official count as well. There are a grand total of 7 baby beans: 2 dark, 1 brown/gold, and 4 pale. They've all grown a silky coat of fuzz except for the runt. He's a few days behind the others, but he's just as active and seems to be fed enough, so I'm not worried. They've all grown massive in the last week and have tons of energy.
Hobby and Gobby, on the other hand, look exhausted.
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