I slept last night, I feel almost normal, and just plain lucky. Even though I'm not physically right, yet, I feel lucky every day. As I mentioned before, my most quantifiable reason I feel lucky is the array of broken people I encounter and I am friends with at Craig. The friends I know who departed around the same time as I or are on track to depart in the next weeks are, frankly, going to need the aid of other people for quite sometime, if not for a lifetime. My injuries, beyond my healing brain, are simply superficial. I sustained road rash on my knees, right shoulder, and chin - not even a broken collar bone for me. Because the intensity of injury to their body's (think how you might end up crashing your drag racer at 200 mph, crashing your motorcycle into a u-turning car and getting dragged for a block trapped under the engine block, or suffering a land mind attack in Iraqi - a horror) some of my fellow Craig residents are there three months before the start even considering a move home after four or five months hard time.
I'm lucky, I only did two weeks at Denver Health and three weeks at Craig and was sent home one week ago, Friday. It's been six weeks since my troubling head first crash and I still visit Craig for out patient therapy several times a week, visiting friends and the therapeutic staff, to further the healing of my body and mind but I receive the gift of time with my boys during off hours now. Playing a card game with Kelly, listening to Rhys' rascally laugh, or cuddling and singing a lullaby with Beck before bed are my joyous cues while not doing structured therapy. Now, even in the midst of a three year old fit or a two year old tantrum, truly, the boys make me smile every second I spend with them.
I'm lucky that I didn't die, leaving a harsh wake of death for my dear family to grapple. I can't imagine Cathrine telling the boys their daddy is dead. I had a dear friend die of a head injury four years ago - it's painful and sickening process. I'm lucky Catherine wasn't picked to call deaths end for a father of three impossibly small. I'm lucky she was stubbornly fit and tenderly able to direct my care, first at Denver Health and then at Craig's. Each facility has wonderful, dedicated staff but ultimately Cath faced, especially at the beginning, hard decisions regarding my care or would hardily fight for me when I was faced by dunces who where occasionally assigned to managed my care. I am lucky to have a wife so caring, so relentless to make the last six weeks what every doctor I've met claims to be, with a level of measured caution, a somewhat miraculous recovery. I am lucky to have Catherine on my team and I want everyone, everyone to know she has helped me during this difficult time using every fiber in her body. I am lucky to have Catherine as my wife.
|I was still in Craig but made it to the final stage of the pro race.|
|Gram Mary has been amazing!|
|We went for a hike in the mts last weekend.|
|Rhys celebrating his first day of school with dad.|
|I'm riding again (stationary) these days.|