Here's a few more pictures. you can see my tire mark in one and the place I landed in the other. I'm pretty sure I should be dead. Somehow I found the right place to land...

I've been waiting for the inspiration to write something on this blog. Doesn't look like it's going to come so, I'll just write anyways.

The last two months have been hard in many ways. Not walking is the biggest followed ever too closely with losing my bike, staying in the hospital for a month and becoming even poorer than I was before the accident. However, as with most things, there is light at the end of the tunnel.

I'm about a week from walking. Baring any unexpected results on my next check up, I should be caning myself around until the strength returns to this Frankinsteined appendage. To help that along, I'm joining a gym where I'll work out with an Aussi buddy of mine as well as helping him with soccer class every Satuday. Strength and flexibility here I come.

Work is good and the hours just keep growing. So at least there's a little money coming in from my end.

Here's a few pictures to lose your lunch on...