ugh. this is my first post since 10/29/2013. You may want to grab a beverage and/or a snack, because this a long, long tale (that still continues). In my defense (not that I have any followers/fans to apologize to or whatever), I was in a catastrophic motorcycle accident on November 7th of last year.
I was on my way to meet my girlfriend for dinner when a young woman (I'm not sure how old...)"failed to yield " and hit my motorcycle with her SUV.
Since then I have been in 4 hospitals: UCLA Harbor, UCLA Ronald Reagan, Vibra Hospital, and Sharp Memorial (in which I went through in-patient therapy). I also went through a program that is part of Sharp, called 'the Community Re-Entry Program, or CREP for short. This has definitely been the most challenging chapter of my life (way more challenging than puberty, haha). I have had to re-learn how to walk, dress myself, bathe, groom, etc. Maybe "re-learn" isn't really the right verb. It's just that doing all of those things is now horrifyingly difficult. Now I am doing out-patient therapy through a program called "Rehab Without Walls," in which therapists come to my house to do rehabilitative things with me (basically it is all the various kinds of therapy: physical, occupational, cognitive, and even recreational <the fun one>. It is relatively cool.
Perhaps I should explain what happened so that this epic tale has some context: I was in a coma for I believe about a month. My parents were in Hawaii at the time, so I guess I cut their vacation a little short. I broke both of my legs, my left arm, some of my ribs, my left hip, and my nose. Additionally, as a result of the broken ribs, my lung collapsed. I'm just damn lucky I didn't break my spine. However, as a result of my head being shook (shaken?) around inside my helmet, I have a severe traumatic brain injury. Bummer! Luckily, I'm still very intelligent and I can still speak Chinese, although reading and writing Chinese is a little more difficult.
So, basically every weekday, I have one of those kinds of therapy, and often more than once a day (for example, I might have physical therapy in the morning and cognitive therapy in the early afternoon
(this is where a sarcastic "yay!" is inserted).
Currently, as I write this post, I am waiting for my physical therapist to arrive. Physical is always my least favorite type of therapy. I was never much of an athlete in high school or college. I did like to go to the gym when I was in college, but in typical male fashion, I basically only paid attention to my upper body. Recovering has definitely been the greatest challenge I've ever been through. And I suspect I won't ever be the same as I was before my accident, physically, mentally, or emotionally. "Emotionally" is an interesting dimension to examine though. I'm definitely just as friendly and kind as I was before my accident, but after seeing all the people in the 'CREP' program, I definitely have a new (or somewhat modified) sense of appreciation for what I do have. A lot of the other people in that program were in similar situations, but were much older. That's always a bummer, as recovery becomes more difficult as you age. As part of my progression back into real life, one of my therapists (I believe it was cognitive) recommended I continue blogging. Thus this post was created. Farewell for now.