Back in the Saddle

Back at Albany Med that is.  We just read all of your comments. It is humbling to be so cared for. Thank you.

Chico has had a complicated day. The great news is that the skin grafts are taking.  Apparently they look good and the wound vacs are gone.  That is huge step in the right direction. The donor site is enormous, brown and drying out.

I checked in with The Tree on my way down.  I'm not too sure what's going on with me and this tree.  But it is sort of interesting. Must have been about the same time of day exactly two weeks post crash. The leaves are browning, the scrapes seemed a little bigger. I walked around it in the tall, tamped down grass still strewn with fragments of the car: disks, ceramic parts, hoses, and rescue worker stuff.  Not a lot; it is cleaned up pretty much.  The grass was pillowy.  Being there is odd. It is silent and beautiful or very loud as steady, intent traffic of all sorts speeds by.  Not that fast-its a two lane highway- speed limit 50 or so.

I thought I'd take a video of that busy road for the blog. Thought it would be a zesty addition and a good learning experience.  Sadly, I misunderstood the camera and didn't get the stream I wanted. Meanwhile a man stopped, backed up and started asking me if I was ok. I was but The Tree! The Semi's!  Please!  Just a moment...I had a little trouble explaining what I was doing. I must have mumbled something about a head on.  He asked if it was my father that had hit that treee.  Immediately I mistake him for a third rescue worker as he tells me the guy lost his leg, didn't he?  Actually, husband, leg still connected, thanks.  (That silly reporter!- sixties, sheesh!)  Hastily this kind man added that he had indeed been on the scene after 'he was gone' sifting through the debris because he works for the DMV.  Huh.  I'm just sifting through looking for the wallet and a reason each time.  I mean I guess that's what I'm doing.  I think he told me, (his name was Gary, by the look of him),  Gary said that it's a crazy road and there are 55,000 cars driving through there PER WEEK!  Not too surprising to those of us living in Vermont and having a yen for the greater NYC area...Or Lake George, or the races.

At last (eight minutes) it was time to move on.  To avoid Queensbury I went back through Kingsbury (car wreckage) and stopped for gas at Stewarts.  There was a TV on with live footage of a huge wreck on 87 near Queensbury.  UGH.  Selfishly I looked away and got in my car eager to get to Chico.  I really didn't want to know.  The car was in that big grassy, treeless median.  Treeless.  I hope those people are fine.   It can happen.

Chico's leg is less swollen and still very injured looking.  Our fine friend stayed with him until I got there providing great support.  It will be interesting to hear what the doctors say about the x rays that were taken today.  Having a roomate is challenging. Chico was able to hear all the blog comments, listen to some great music on his computer, try to scan email and get sleepy.  Things that were once so simple are so taxing.

It's good to be back.