I’m going to confess. I’ve been using an alias for my husband’s name all this time. He’s not really a Rob; he’s a Roger.
Why am I telling you this now? Because I have some links to share, links that use his real name. We’re stepping out of the bloggy witness protection program into the sunshine.
Our friend Mark, who I mentioned here, has posted his account of the accident. You can find it on the most excellently named blog, Suburbistan [now password protected].
Another bachelor party attendee, Ian, whipped out his video camera after the accident. watching it was a little disturbing, yet I also needed to see it to get my own mind to stop trying to re-create the events. It is oddly calming to have the actual footage instead of that of my inner Stephen Spielberg. Roger watched it and said it’s not disturbing to him.
Feel free to skip.
Roger is doing much better today. He’s holding court with batches of visitors, his voice strong, his jokes flowing. I can tell just from his ability to talk with normal force that he’s recovering his lung function. The chest tube is not flowing clear yet, but it is improving. He’s also able to do two laps around the ward at a time. Clotting is still not permitting an epidural; I think that option is no longer on the table (but it may also not be necessary).
I am doing mo’ betta, too. I read many of your comments right before I went to bed last night, and I slept well. I went to a yoga class this morning, and have taken the time to eat well.
Thank you all so much for your loving care. “Verklempt” is a word made for this occasion. Truly.