So, I am exhausted, brain fried and do not expect to catch a nap at all today.
Therefore, my wit and snark has eluded me for this post.
However, all 2 of you reading my blog, feel free to ask me questions, and I'll answer them to the best of my diminished ability.
Ok, so it's not just that I'm at a loss for material, but because I'm an attention whore like that too.

New discovery

I was shaving my legs in the shower and discovered that my bruises go down to my foot too. I thought it was just on my leg, but nope, apparently I missed this detail in previous funk removal sessions. The knee is still heavily bruised and I'm still having circulation issues, but the swelling is improving. I'm working on rebuilding my hand, and trying not to overdo it and negate the progress. And the road rash is healing rather soon for what I expected. It's not nearly as ugly as it used to be, and I will probably have scars.

Now if I could keep the Blur from bumping into, kicking, or otherwise hitting the knee, I'd be pleased. It's a daily incident to have impact with the knee and some part of her person. *sigh* and OW.
I'd also be thrilled if she would make the connection with going to the bathroom and using the toilet. We're making progress, but ugh, cleaning up bodily functions of a 2 year old is not the kind of party I want to be having. I keep reminding myself that Clone was almost 3 before the light switch flipped in her brain.

In the meantime, my body is revolting and it doesn't appear that sleep will attempt to elude me, but the exact opposite.

A week after the crash

I have been hosting some friends rather unexpectedly the last several days, so I have been unable to post much of an update to how I'm doing. However, I did manage to sneak in an update video yesterday while everyone was out of the house. It took several takes, but this is the best of the lot, and I have no clue why my camera and mic settings were screwy, nor could I figure out what was wrong with them. So, we'll just have to live with what looks like Asian monster movie dubbing over in English.



Ever so thankful I'm only colorful and banged up and that it was not worse. And I pray that the occupants of the cars around me (and there were several) gleaned a lesson from this as well.

Meanwhile, I'm bumbling around, getting things done, despite being opposable thumb challenged.

Post Crash, Day 4

So, here I am day 4, and while I am not 100% by any means, I am MUCH improved.
I was able to work a couple store service calls yesterday, and I'm going to attempt 4 today so I can be home tomorrow. We'll see how it goes by lunchtime.
I want to thank everyone for their concern, prayers, admonishment, advice, and love.



Devildog is having fun teasing me about my injuries and of course giving me flack for dropping his bike. But he's not being a jerk about any of it, and for that, I am also grateful.

Rockin something alright

I went for a ride around the neighborhood to practice my skills on Sunday. I got 5 blocks from home, and went down. I'm grateful it was 20 mph, and not 40 or 75. I'm grateful I was 5 blocks away, and not 5 miles or 5 hours away.


(pardon the crummy quality of the video)


I'm grateful I was wearing most of my gear. Most is key here. I could've avoided the road rash on my left arm with the jacket. That was the one thing I didn't have on me, and knew I should've had it on when I left. The long sleeve shirt was not enough even for 20 mph. I slid about 4 feet. My knee hurts and is swollen, and that's with me wearing the thickest pair of jeans I own. My arm hurts and is gross. And my right thumb is in a brace b/c I did a number on it. I don't know how long it will be till it's healed and I can get back on the bike.




Devildog has been kind about it. He got Humpty back together again, but had to swap the handlebars out for the originals, and he's not all that thrilled about them. I'm so sorry honey. It sucks and I hate being the reason for it. I bent the handlebars just enough that you don't know it till you look carefully.

Everyone has told me that it's not a matter of IF but WHEN you lay down a motorcycle. Apparently laying it down in class wasn't enough for me. I had to do it at home too. Well, I got the "WHEN" out of the way. So instead of rocking the gear on 2 wheels, I am rocking the ibuprofin, the antibiotics and the ice packs and a stellar road rash and thumb brace.

So, I'm here as your limping P.S.A to Rock the Gear. ATGATT - All The Gear, All The Time.




And here is an update at day 4 and then again day 8/9