The skin around my knee and my shin hurt most the time. The right side is numb, so the ache tends to be deeper, hollower in its feeling. The hypersensitivity on the other side has decreased some what, yet still a sharp, prickly sensation. On my left side of my knee is a incision scar from where they sewed in the suction tool. Under that is where the actual break happened, and where those two screws are. Several times a day I can't help but to tear up as it feels like someone is pressing a hot lighter deep into my flesh.
My flexibility is at 100 degrees. I can use a scarf to pull it in closer to myself. But the muscles in the thigh that do this job have atrophied. I can not pull it in further on my own. Husband is looking for a cheap stationary bicycle. Lacking that, he vows to build me one. I have to regain strength if I am to be anywhere close to normal again. I can make it upstairs without assistants, but not down.
I stopped having vertigo and panic attacks, huzzah!
This weekend I discovered why I have a gouge in the flesh of my left (good) leg. The foot peg at the bracket was broken off. The wound and the broken metal are a match. Husband also took the time to draw me a diagram of the intersection we went down in. I thought I was closer to the gutter than he says I was. Turns out I was closer to the middle of the intersection. Still feels surreal after 6 months.
Husband and Large bonded over tearing down the motorcycle. I don't know if I mentioned this, but our motorcycle, a 1983 Shovel, was show quality, 98% stock. I take a moment to sigh and not get overly emotional about an object here. I digress, you can see light through the underside of the transmission. The rear rim is not salvageable. The frame is broken and severely twisted. The casings fall apart. It's bad.
We have clients that are offering up parts, even a frame. Hopefully we can be up and riding in a few months, that is if I can throw this darn leg over to mount.