And we're back...

...sort of. Typing with a hand-and-a-fifth is a bitch, and my energy level waxes and wanes, so I don't know how regular updates will be. I probably won't be posting every day. But we're no longer on hiatus, and posts will be honest-to-goodness new posts as opposed to just things that were queued before the accident and routinely popped out.

Here's how I type: with my left hand and the middle finger of my right, and lot's of pecking and backspacing. My whole right arm moves around to the keys my right takes a break like it's doing right now.

I have a broken bone in my right wrist. It's a little crescent-shaped thing that was basically flipped around the wrong way on the tendons, which apparently weren't completely torn. Dr. Perlik at OrthoCarolina, a pretty nice guy who's been impressive so far, went in and bolted the thing down with a screw and some pins this past Friday.

Here's how my bone was broken: on May 16^th, driving with friends to a Borders books after dinner (hey, we're nerds), we were crossing the intersection where Sardis Road crosses Providence and becomes Fairview. Some poor sixteen year-old kid driving a light pickup truck on Providence sees the red light but mixes up the gas and brake; apparently he sees my car and then compounds the error by freezing, so his foot's on the accelerator the whole way, or so we're told. I see this truck on my left; I heard somebody say, "Oh shit--"; I'm told it was me. I'm also told I hit the brakes and turned hard right, something else I don't remember but I'll accept happened (we weren't hit square, for one thing; it makes me sort of awesome, for another). And then there's an airbag in my face and my friend shrieking in the seat behind me. But we all walked away, got out of the car and walked to the side of the road, and the kid in the truck didn't kill his little sister or girlfriend, either, and that's a very good thing indeed.

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Everyone was more or less alright. The worst hurt of the folks in the Bug, Sam, spent several days in the hospital before they could put her arm back together, but she's home now. I heard the sixteen-year-old's girlfriend's face was hurt pretty badly, but no head trauma. So we're mostly alright, aside from cuts and bruises and broken limbs.

These are photos my Mom took of the car at the scrapyard (the fat, tousle-headed blind man in several images is your faithful correspondent--sorry to potentially disappoint any trollops who might have expected a leaner, better-groomed, action hero; rest assured, in the movie I shall be played by Samuel Jackson):

















Requiescat in pace, little Bug. She did her duty, and took one for the team, but it's still sad to say goodbye to her.

And I, I'm afraid, am tapped (or typed) out.