Sorry to hear all that. The older we get the harder it is to mend. Sounds really dire though, so keep those spirits up, this too shall pass, although it may take a considerable amount of time. On the bright side, from what I think I know - LOL - and one can never be certain, at least you have a good support system in place with people around you that care and all the needed medical care. That's a good part of the battle right there. The pain though ... now that's the killer part, don't let it kick you in the ass ... stay strong and beat this thing!
Sorry, I'm not real good at uplifting Knute Rockne speeches ... just win one for the Gipper, dude!
Feel free to drop me a PM or even an email if or when ya just want to bitch and moan, or just to ease the boredom. I'm always around. I lurk Voat, pretty much gave up on Phuks, but still drop in to check mail, and if I post, I mostly do it here, so anywhere we've crossed paths will get a PM to me. In the meantime, take care and try not to annoy the PT guys, they tend to get you back when you least expect it.
Yeah, there's good odds that I'll have significant pain for the rest of my life. The ribs are doing well, so there's a positive thing. I cracked four and broke three quite well. I have numerous other fractures, but they're small and most insignificant.
I'm not sure how well you've heard the story and I'm just not feeling like typing it all out - it's easily 50,000 words - you know me!
Pictures are worth 1,000 words and I'd like to show you the wreck, but I'm not supposed to have pictures yet. It's still in the impound lot and that's a controlled access facility - meaning only police are allowed in there. If you PM COF, he'll probably describe it for you - but he didn't see nothin'! (I have pics, but a near and dear friend could lose his career because I have them.)
For a while, I had bruising over 80% of my body. There were no serious internal lesions, so I was okay there. All-in-all, this is more minimal than it should have been. Fortunately, the GT350 comes with a built-in rollcage and racing harnesses instead of regular lab belts.
I call PT "Pain and Torture." I swear at them. I tell them how much I absolutely fucking hate them. I absolutely am not getting a damned one of them a Christmas card. I tell 'em that, too.
I tell them that while I'm doing my PT. There have been times that my PT has had tears streaming down my face. They tell me to do 15 reps, I give them 25. They tell me to take a break, I move on to the next exercise. I will run again. I will walk again.
It sucks, but it is what it is.
No need to see pics - LOL. I'm not morbid and can guess at what a mangled mess that GT350 must be. See, this is what happens when you goad a lawyer dude into showing off. You need to hang out with a better class of people!
Up until we left the ground for the first time, it was a pretty damned good day!
And, oh... You will see pics when I can! Trust me, you wanna see these. Words like spectacular and catastrophic structural failure spring to mind. The vehicle is in chunks. Like, the front is not even remotely connected to the back. There's a third chunk that's also pretty large, but I can't identify it. There are zero useful parts left - even the engine appears broken. We left a debris field.
I have a buddy over in NH that has a rally driving school. We've made tentative plans to get my lawyer some goddamned driving lessons. He is a non-driving fuck!
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