I just heard from one of the surgeons that screwed and plated me back together that I have to wait another 6 weeks before I can do any weight bearing physical therapy. My muscles have badly atrophied over the past 7 weeks -- I've lost 40 pounds. Looks like this is going to be a long-haul recovery.
Aside from all the wonderful folks who have sent prayers and supportive messages, I have a number of things to be grateful for:
[ ] - I'm only blind in one eye...I still have a good one left.
[ ] - In spite of some initially severe bleeding and swelling in the brain, there was NO permanent brain damage,
[ ] - A great team of plastic surgeons rebuilt my smashed face so well that the LaFort-3 facial fractures are all repaired and I look like ME, again.
[ ] - NO internal organ damage.
[ ] - NO spinal cord damage.
[ ] - Even though the old scrotum swelled up bigger than a softball, it looks like the "boys" survived...manhood is still alive and well.
[ ] - Blue Cross/Blue Shield is a HUGE blessing.
Initially, it looked like I wasn't going to survive. They couldn't even start surgical repairs for 4 days because I was too unstable. In fact, I have a total 5-day amnesia. I don't remember getting smashed against the front of the truck, rolled and crushed under the truck as it ran over me at full speed, nor any of my time in the Loyola ICU. That's probably another blessing.
Fortunately, bones and flesh heal and self-repair! I just wish it happened faster!!!
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