So, it's been more than half a year since I was tragically removed from my happy bicycle by an aggressive corner of a car door. I'm still alive, but the recovery has been much slower than what I would have liked; and considering the effort I've put out, I'm quite disappointed with the whole thing. People keep telling me how lucky I am, and it's hard to hear, but I guess I do quite appreciate being alive.
Another disappointing thing was the driver who hit me with his door. I'm sure he didn't intend to do it, but half a year after the fact, he still hasn't even apologized! In fact, in the moment, while I was on my back waiting for the paramedics, trying to be as still as possible in case there was a serious spine injury, I remember someone grabbing my right leg and gently moving it to one side. I went with it because I thought this person had a better perspective and was putting my body in a more straight position to avoid potential injury. He moved me just a bit - and then shut the car door... It was the driver moving me out of his way... Ass.
A week after my tragedy, once I was able to walk around a bit, I walked down to the paramedics station to thank the people who responded and tell them how much I appreciate what they do. On walking in, they immediately said it was good to see me up and moving around. I was so surprised they remembered me before I could say anything! So I asked them about that day, a week before.
One guy told me I had started going into shock when they arrived, which shocked me to hear. I asked him how he could tell, because I was conscious the whole time and remembered the whole event kinda well. He said that I began to ask the same questions again and again. Well... I do that anyway. =) Another guy jumped in to say that they were literally watching my pulse - because my jugular vein was completely exposed! All the flesh covering it had been ripped aside, leaving my neck muscles hanging out of my neck! I asked if they had pictures - and they apologized saying they were too busy saving my life. Maybe next time.
Anyway, the recovery process has been extremely frustrating and slow. After the surgery and many doctors, I saw a physical therapist who taught me all kinds of stretches and exercises, which I used a lot. I also started going to a massage therapist. Each massage was excruciatingly painful, but I always felt better afterward. For a while anyway, and then my neck will tighten up again. He ended up finding a problem in my spine where a couple of my cervical vertebrae were knocked out of place. So, I went to a chiropractor who managed to straighten me out after a handful of adjustments. I'm currently only seeing a massage therapist, and doing the stretches and exercises on my own, but I sure notice how the muscle tightens up if I go two weeks without a massage. Hoping this will be over soon - but that's been my hope since the beginning.
I tried riding my bike again, but had a couple panic attacks while passing some parked cars. In fact, I occasionally get overwhelmed with anxiety when I'm walking next to parked cars! I'm back in the gym again, and still smiling, but I do get treated differently. I constantly see people's eyes drop from my eyes to my neck in conversation. The people who ask, say things like, "Were you a pirate in your previous life?" or "Oh my god! What happened?!" Otherwise, I've overused the phrase, "Hey, my eyes are up here." rather than going into details about how I got hit by a parked car.
The good news is, I'm still really pretty.