So what happened: On March 16th I was coming home from a meeting on my motorcycle, and was hit by a Range Rover making a "dangerous left turn" into the McDonald's at NE Columbia and NE MLK. She didn't see me until she hit me (dead center on my left leg with the leading corner (lights and bumper) of the Range Rover) and I went over her front end and landed on the sidewalk curb entrance to McDonald's (shattering the right femur too). Both legs are broken, my left leg in six places. The rest of me is essentially fine.
I was at Legacy Emanuel Hospital for almost four weeks, and have had six surgeries so far. I was enormously lucky to be transported to that hospital--the surgical team did amazing work, and the nurses all took great care of me. Plus it's in North Portland, where it was fairly easy for people to come visit me.
On Wednesday 12 April I transferred to a rehab facility at Laurelhurst Village in SE Portland. They promised me that there I would learn how to get out of bed on my own. And walk. And do laundry. And I did walk. And eventually we figured out how I could get out of bed on my own. From there we got to toileting and showering but we never did do laundry.
On Sunday 30 April they sent me home. Noticeably without ever having learned how to do laundry with both legs broken. Hmmm... I'm wondering if I should milk that. Home is reassuring and difficult at the same time. There's so much I want to do. And so little I can.
The outpouring of love and support I've gotten from people these last many weeks has been... well I think it's really a big part of how I'm healing so quickly.
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