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fenchurchThank you all so much for your good wishes, they have really meant the world to me, especially these first few days... you have no idea how much.
Typing is still incredibly difficult... not only am I one-handed, but the fingers on both hands are still sore (I suspect it's from gripping whatever happened to be nearby during the rolls), with one sprained or strained finger on my left hand that I really can't use for typing at all.
The stitches in my elbow are beginning to itch, which I suppose is a good sign, but is probably going to drive me crazy. My shoulder is, understandably, excrutiatingly painful... I finally got a gander at the notes the doctor made for me (since I suspected I wouldn't remember much of what he told me). I've got two fractures in the distal clavicle, and the bit I kept feeling moving was the nice clean break in the acromion process. Yeah, I'd never heard of it before, either.
The next morning Rackham and his parents drove over to look at the car... turns out the guys who had first stopped for us (and had covered the car with a tarp and had helped gather up a bunch of our stuff that had been flung out) had told the tow truck driver to keep the tarp on the car, so he'd tied it down for the trip to the wrecking yard (where it was placed in covered storage), which meant all our stuff ended up staying relatively dry.
Rackham took a camera with him and got a few shots of the car, I may look at putting up a few more later:
A front view of the car (with a VERY bad (as to be almost unrecognizable) picture of Rackham's dad, with Rackham standing behind him)..
And a view of the back -- the box you can see in the rear window is one of two we used to haul Christmas presents home. Rackham had gotten the idea as we were loading the car and had snagged some large old boxes from his parents' garage, loaded them down with stuff and then sealed them with packing tape. It ended up meaning a whole lot less stuff flying around the interior when we rolled, and we also ended up losing very little.
All in all, the car did exactly what it was designed to do, give its life to save ours. It's a crumpled mess, but we're still up and walking (albeit painfully at the moment) and talking and my shoulder should heal up in just a few months (if I don't go stir crazy first).
We went through my father-in-law's travel agent today and managed to book an aisle and window seat on a flight out this Saturday for a really reasonable price... and if we wind up getting someone assigned to the seat in the middle we can always look at swapping around... but she didn't think we'd need to. I'm really anxious to get home, even though it means we won't have all these hands around to help anymore. I want my own bed and I miss my cats, and I just want life to get back to some semblance of normalcy.
Typing is still incredibly difficult... not only am I one-handed, but the fingers on both hands are still sore (I suspect it's from gripping whatever happened to be nearby during the rolls), with one sprained or strained finger on my left hand that I really can't use for typing at all.
The stitches in my elbow are beginning to itch, which I suppose is a good sign, but is probably going to drive me crazy. My shoulder is, understandably, excrutiatingly painful... I finally got a gander at the notes the doctor made for me (since I suspected I wouldn't remember much of what he told me). I've got two fractures in the distal clavicle, and the bit I kept feeling moving was the nice clean break in the acromion process. Yeah, I'd never heard of it before, either.
The next morning Rackham and his parents drove over to look at the car... turns out the guys who had first stopped for us (and had covered the car with a tarp and had helped gather up a bunch of our stuff that had been flung out) had told the tow truck driver to keep the tarp on the car, so he'd tied it down for the trip to the wrecking yard (where it was placed in covered storage), which meant all our stuff ended up staying relatively dry.
Rackham took a camera with him and got a few shots of the car, I may look at putting up a few more later:
A front view of the car (with a VERY bad (as to be almost unrecognizable) picture of Rackham's dad, with Rackham standing behind him)..
And a view of the back -- the box you can see in the rear window is one of two we used to haul Christmas presents home. Rackham had gotten the idea as we were loading the car and had snagged some large old boxes from his parents' garage, loaded them down with stuff and then sealed them with packing tape. It ended up meaning a whole lot less stuff flying around the interior when we rolled, and we also ended up losing very little.
All in all, the car did exactly what it was designed to do, give its life to save ours. It's a crumpled mess, but we're still up and walking (albeit painfully at the moment) and talking and my shoulder should heal up in just a few months (if I don't go stir crazy first).
We went through my father-in-law's travel agent today and managed to book an aisle and window seat on a flight out this Saturday for a really reasonable price... and if we wind up getting someone assigned to the seat in the middle we can always look at swapping around... but she didn't think we'd need to. I'm really anxious to get home, even though it means we won't have all these hands around to help anymore. I want my own bed and I miss my cats, and I just want life to get back to some semblance of normalcy.
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Date: 2006-01-05 04:07 pm (UTC)And yep, we've got a goodly number of friends at home who have already volunteered to help... and I heard from one friend that they've already got a list of people at church who have volunteered to come by during the day to help out, and they've already got people scheduled to bring us dinner for the first week or so.
The car looks awful, but it is largely intact, which is obviously what saved you (thank God).
I'm honestly still amazed that we came out of this as well as we did. And we are pretty much planning on replacing that car with another of the same make and model... I loved driving it, and it saved our lives... that counts for a lot.
(try to download and watch "The Christmas Invasion" if you haven't already (or watch it again) -- it cheered me up to no end).
We managed to get it downloaded a few days after Christmas, and I loved it! Definitely have to give it another watch, though!