Two-handed typing
Cool. I can type with both hands. When I woke up this morning, I was also able to lift my right arm without help from the left. I still can't carry anything with it, though, nor can I click a mouse button with it. I also think this typing will wear it out soon, so this will be short.
Two things still make me emotional. One is seeing my bike gear: my helmet is scaped and dented, the way my head would be if I wasn't wearing it. I have a bright fluorescent yellow riding jacket that I was wearing (along with reflective straps around my legs, two red flashing tail lights and a flashing headlight-nobody can claim I was invisibile) and the jacket has blood stains on it. Eep!
The other thing is how my community has gathered to support me. Nearly 60 people have commented on my previous post-I haven't had anywhere near that many people comment on one of my LJ posts in nearly three years. Fourteen people came to visit me in hospital, including some weren't even allowed to see me when I was in intensive care, and I only recall half of them. hopeforyou, dragon_spirit and sojournscoffe are still at my place and kineticphoenix and riseorbleed were here until late last night-I felt I was going to bed after a party, not a hospital visit. They're helping out with everything from lifting my arm into a sling to scooping up the last of the cereal out of the bowl that I can't get with my left hand, and keeping track of my meds to calling the San Francisco Superior Court to say, well, I won't be turning up for jury duty after all. tgeller lives just up the street and has also offered to help out, and I have a feeling I've had many similar offers that I just plain can't remember.
There are still lots of things I can't remember. They tell me that 24 hours ago, the huge gaps in my memory were scary, including for me. Now the gaps are much smaller, and they just amuse me. It was about 3 o'clock yesterday that I could finally answer the question 'do you remember what you did for New year'-I'd forgotten all about my South American trip until then. Names escaped me even more than usual: when sojournscoffe arrived, I said 'I know who you are and that we were lovers for a long time, but I've forgotten your name'. I also vaguely remember telling airshipjones at work that I was going home via Rainbow, and for a long time I could clearly remember the sound of the impact of the vehicle hitting me, even tough I can't remember anything else about the accident. My call log shows me that I rang hopeforyou myself, and then 112, and then my housemate, possibly to say that I wouldn't be coming home but she shouldn't worry.
Okay, the latest batch of meds are starting to kick in so I'm finding it hard to focus on writing this, and it's probably better not to type for too long. Thanks, everyone, for everything. Thanks to those of you taking care of hunting down the person who hit me through CraigsList and posting signs where the accident was... maybe I'll find them and I can get them to buy me a new bike. Thanks to veleda for arranging to have flowers sent to the other person who was in my hospital room-he looked much more fucked up than me, and I don't think he had a single visitor, just loud slurping noises every now and then when they cleared the blood from one of his cavities. Thanks for writing. Thanks laughingstone for serenading me-that was beautiful. I'm sure other people have done very thoughtful things that I haven't mentioned yet because my memory is still flakey, but believe me, I appreciate it.
Woah. I just looked at my alter, where I still have a photo of abiuro. That whole thing makes me feel even luckier to be alive.