This is the post I’ve been waiting for. Your formal introduction to my father. Bud, aka Chubba, drove down to Birmingham yesterday in style… as always.
First thing to know about Bud, he’s a car man. He buys and sells cars faster than you can say, Ratt Bastard. The RB always has a new toy. It should be noted, RB is a term of endearment, between my father and I… it comes from one of the greatest movies of all time “The Departed.”
Bud didn’t come down from Ohio while I was in the hospital, which is a good thing. If he saw me in pain, he probably would have picked up the nurse who stuck me with any shot, and thrown them out the window.
Bud broke me out of jail today. It was the first time I left the house in more than a week. We went for a nice cruise on a Saturday afternoon. We laughed and listened to some awesome tunes. Bud also has a massive appreciation for great music. He introduced me to many of the greats: Dylan, The Band, Petty, Mellencamp, Felice Brothers, Wilco, Ryan Bingham, Damien Rice… and more current artists and bands, as well. He always has something cooking in the car. Song of the day? Randy Newman’s “Birmingham”…fitting.
Jeff has been so awesome throughout this whole process. We are a pretty active couple, whether it is taking the girls for a jog or walk… or taking a trip down to the beach, we’re always on the move. I know it has been tough on him to see me in pain and off my feet, but he has the patience of a saint. He’s been so kind, caring, and helpful. Honestly, he did more for me at the hospital than the nurses did. The nurses even thanked him for his service when we left. He stayed with me every night, held my hand when I was scared, prayed with me, and played with my hair when I couldn’t sleep.
I don’t know how many married couples test the “in sickness and in health” during their first year of marriage… but we are learning so much about each other, and I feel closer to him than ever.
I will try to not make this any mushier than I have to. I completely understand the gag reflexes on love stuff. I’m just thankful for my Florence Nightingale.
And, yes, he does read this blog… he might be my only reader so it should be noted, this post is completely against his will.
And, no, he does not wear glasses… just looking the part.
I am sitting outside for the first time in almost two weeks. It is March 1st, and about 75 degrees in beautiful Birmingham today! The sun feels so remarkable. The fresh, spring air is rejuvenating. I wheeled down to my mailbox today. It’s not a far ride, but my driveway is slanted down hill. Wheeling myself back up to the house was tough, but something I plan to do a few times a day for exercise. I’ve realized I will gain incredible arm strength from the chair, but with that, I will grow pigeon legs. I can already tell I’m losing some leg muscle, but it just gives me incentive to work extra hard when physical therapy begins.
My good friend, Ted McInerney came to visit before work, today.
Jeff has been so wonderful throughout this whole ordeal. He is taking such good care of me, as well as, taking care of the yard work and stuff around the house. Against his will, I will blog more about him later.
Here is a pic of Amelia, Molly, and Jeff after their daily walk.
Plain and simple: I just do not fit in my wheelchair, aka, Mr. Miyagi. I have ridiculously long legs. I’ve always known this and as a child, I was called “praying mantis.” But, it wasn’t until the wheelchair that I really realized how unnaturally long my stems are.
My wheelchair is sized for my height and weight. What they didn’t take into account was my torso is built for a little person, and my legs actually belong to a 6’4 man.
Exhibit A: Looks like Cinderella’s step-sister’s foot
Exhibit B: A giant sitting in a booster seat.
But, no fear… The wheelchair company is bringing me seat and leg extensions. Yay! There is a lesson to be learned here, if you need a wheelchair in the near future, be sure they measure your stems from the get-go.
And yes, yoga pants are the very best for life in a wheelchair! They are comfy and work well with the sliding board… (seen in the background) which helps get me from point A to point B.
Thanks to Nance for taking these ridiculous pictures. She laughed her booty off taking them, considering I look like a giraffe jammed into a child’s car seat. Happy to provide some humor for the evening.
I was in a serious car accident a little more than a week ago. It was foggy, and very dark. My car started to slip, and I over corrected. I hit a tree, sliced the tree in half and rolled down a ravine. The tree followed me down the ravine and landed on my car.
I don’t remember much after that until the first responders arrived, but there was a moment I remember thinking… “Okay, this is it.” The next thing I knew first responders were yelling, “She’s alive!” I bit my tongue, so there was a significant amount of blood coming from my mouth. They pulled me out of the car, and I knew at that moment…Yes! I am alive with so much life to live!!
After dozens of tests, X-rays and scans, we found out I fractured my pelvis in 6 places. I had surgery on my sacrum, which is the large part of the pelvis that fuses to the spine. There is a 6 inch screw through my sacrum, but it’s only going to make my pelvis stronger! The doctor says there are no long term complications involved with this kind of surgery, and even if there is a complication with the screw, they could always remove it and I would still have a strong and stable pelvis. I suffered no brain injuries, no other broken bones, no internal injuries, no spinal, neck or back. I am truly blessed and God has a plan for me.
I will spend the next 3 months with Mr. Miyagi. I named the wheelchair that because it is short and will make me stronger. I have to be completely off my feet for 10-12 weeks to ensure proper healing of my pelvis. Life with Mr. Miyagi will be exciting and challenging. I’m looking forward to the days ahead. I thank God several times a day for the air in my lungs and the strength to get stronger.
Life is a gift. A gift I fully intend on cherishing for many, many years to come.