(.. from the nasty, crunching sound my neck made upon impact .. similar to what you hear when you break in half a fistful of dry spaghetti.)
The good news is .. I didn't miss any time with the Bug. Unless a doctor, or a judge, tells me I can't (or shouldn't) see him, I'm there .. bright and early.
We did low-key stuff .. like lay on the bed together and watch Chitty Chitty Bang Bang .. on my laptop (propped on my legs) while I held him. (Feels good to lay horizontal.) He seemed to enjoy that, saying, "This is cool, dada."
His favorite part is Me Ol' Bamboo, which makes him get up and jump around like the dancers. But caring for him in my condition is (as you might imagine) taxing. Hard for injured muscles to heal if they can't rest.
Today I'm trying to rest, and not move very much .. which is more difficult than I anticipated. Pain (my ol' friend) I can handle; I merely don't want to re-injure anything. I have a DVD on learning Dreamweaver CS3 that seems well-suited to my present condition.
People say I look like I'm in pain. Must be more difficult to hide than I thought. My head is crooked (like the Leaning Tower), tilted to the left. My left shoulder is raised. I walk like Frankenstein. Difficult to open my mouth to eat. (Corn-on-the-cob impossible.)
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Surprising how many people have done the same, or a similar thing. Everybody seems to have a story. Many worse than mine .. saying things like, "My crash helmet split in half. I was unconscious for 30 minutes..." I enoy hearing these stories. (Misery loves company.)
Consensus seems to be » 2 weeks of pain-n-suffering (misery), followed by 2 months of stiffness. (Merry Christmas.) This headache is starting to annoy me.
One final point » I have reviewed many of the highly-rated mountain biking trails posted on the internet. None are as gnarly (rutted, steep, gravely) as the ones Tom took me down. He calls them "technical". Every week he was taking me down a progressively more-difficult trail. As a result, I've developed a new respect for the ground (terra firma).
Tom calls everyday, twice a day, to check on my status. Yesterday he brought over a picture (mounted on styrofoam backing) of me playing with the Bug in his pool. I don't have very many pictures of us together .. since I'm usually the one holding the camera. So this is precious.
Interesting how physical pain can mask emotional pain. I read this is the principle behind cutting, and other forms of self-injury. Appears to work rather effectively.