My weekend is pretty much a blank to me. There are short clips of memory from various point in time at the hospital, but what exactly came before is a mystery to me. According to my wife we bought bicycles. I got up early Saturday and did some yard work and then coaxed everybody out to have some fun. At least that is what lead to my being in a hospital bed.
I vaguely remember a doctor pulling on my forearm trying to reposition something. It is going to need surgery.
I also recall somebody going after me with a catheter and me begging to be allowed to just go use the head. They wouldn’t let me up because they were afraid of spinal damage.
I’m out of the hospital now and at home. I hurt like a mo-fo. One eye is black. Not just the skin around it, the eye itself is black. I can see just fine.
Now it is just a waiting game. Waiting for stuff to heal, waiting for my energy to return.
Whjat really sucks is that I’m bored. Cant really do anything but wait