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For those who don't know, on Christmas Mom took a spill in her sister's kitchen in Utah and shattered her kneecap. We flew back home to California to get her fixed up, where they had to use some kinda squiggly wire/bolt system to bind together the pieces of her knee ("about fifteen pieces" they said). Sometime in late winter, the wire got itself loose from the bolt and started migrating through her leg, and within the last month had gotten to the point where you could see the end of it poking up at the skin of her knee, rather dangerously close to piercing through.
So yesterday she finally got the surgery to have the wire removed entirely, along with all the scar tissue that had built up. Which went well, so that's good! Though now apparently the backside of her kneecap is doing something funny to the bone behind it which.. doesn't sound so good.
I got to see her while she was recovering in the clinic, but then I had a figure drawing session to get to, so I took off down the freeway in rush hour to get there. And somewhere between Redwood City and Los Altos my uh... well, first my car listed very insistently to the left a couple times, then it started shuddering pretty hard, and then there were bits of my rear tire flying up against the driver's side window. Pulled over onto the narrow left side shoulder because there was no fucking way I'd be able to make it across traffic onto the right shoulder on that wheel. I figure it could've been worse, in that I always envisioned a busted wheel on the freeway involving a BANG and then spinning out XD Still, I wish I'd taken a photo of the damage. Basically, the sides of the wheel were still on the rims, but the tread was.. erm, everywhere, for lack of a better descriptor (some of it flew past me, m'kay). Well, everywhere but where it was supposed to be, which was attached to shit.
For a while I was lamenting never learning how to change out a tire, but then remembered that the previous owner of my car--having apparently used it for racing--had put some kind of SPESHUL RACING RIMZ on the wheels with a lock on them, requiring a key which he.. never gave over to the dealership who I bought the car from. So really I didn't have the means to get at my own tires anyway -_-
Cars in the fast lane kept getting really close to clipping my car, and I kinda wanted to stand away from it (I think you're supposed to anyway?) but there was no way I'd be able to hear the AAA operator from outside the car. Fortunately, I'd seen a patrol car a few miles up the road, and he pulled up behind me to provide a bit of a buffer from the other cars. So I got a tow, and the guy knew of a tire shop that was still open not too far from home (who would be able to bypass my rim locks), and I actually got two replacement rear tires under me in enough time to make it to figure drawing a little over an hour late. Which I think it pretty good, considering I'd pulled over onto the shoulder just ten minutes before figure drawing started ^_^;;
On the downside, figure drawing session kind of sucked.
So yesterday she finally got the surgery to have the wire removed entirely, along with all the scar tissue that had built up. Which went well, so that's good! Though now apparently the backside of her kneecap is doing something funny to the bone behind it which.. doesn't sound so good.
I got to see her while she was recovering in the clinic, but then I had a figure drawing session to get to, so I took off down the freeway in rush hour to get there. And somewhere between Redwood City and Los Altos my uh... well, first my car listed very insistently to the left a couple times, then it started shuddering pretty hard, and then there were bits of my rear tire flying up against the driver's side window. Pulled over onto the narrow left side shoulder because there was no fucking way I'd be able to make it across traffic onto the right shoulder on that wheel. I figure it could've been worse, in that I always envisioned a busted wheel on the freeway involving a BANG and then spinning out XD Still, I wish I'd taken a photo of the damage. Basically, the sides of the wheel were still on the rims, but the tread was.. erm, everywhere, for lack of a better descriptor (some of it flew past me, m'kay). Well, everywhere but where it was supposed to be, which was attached to shit.
For a while I was lamenting never learning how to change out a tire, but then remembered that the previous owner of my car--having apparently used it for racing--had put some kind of SPESHUL RACING RIMZ on the wheels with a lock on them, requiring a key which he.. never gave over to the dealership who I bought the car from. So really I didn't have the means to get at my own tires anyway -_-
Cars in the fast lane kept getting really close to clipping my car, and I kinda wanted to stand away from it (I think you're supposed to anyway?) but there was no way I'd be able to hear the AAA operator from outside the car. Fortunately, I'd seen a patrol car a few miles up the road, and he pulled up behind me to provide a bit of a buffer from the other cars. So I got a tow, and the guy knew of a tire shop that was still open not too far from home (who would be able to bypass my rim locks), and I actually got two replacement rear tires under me in enough time to make it to figure drawing a little over an hour late. Which I think it pretty good, considering I'd pulled over onto the shoulder just ten minutes before figure drawing started ^_^;;
On the downside, figure drawing session kind of sucked.