LOGIN"No test results Moose, but I am speaking with the doctor about trying some soup, may not be hot and be with a straw but it's a good step, think you can tell me ok?" should I cry or laugh? soup with a straw, oh boy, must be really broken if I am really all the way back to baby steps like this but "OO..KK..TH...a..n..k.s!" I feel her rub my hand "in the mean time Moose I hope your not shy, as it's sponge bath time, if your ok with it I will even turn the music up" I like that idea " Ye..ss, PPLe..ase.., Fl..or..re..nce." she gives my hand a squeeze, "see , your making head way, that was a little less shaky not as raw as it has been" she closes the door and turns the music up, I notice a smile but really can't seem to make out more then that, I never really wanted to know eye colors or really notice lipstick, but now I wish I could see those details and not just blurry images.
I notice the warmth of the water as she begins to wash my neck and arm, I close my eyes to picture the day I can have a real bath and shower, or swimming but I have enjoyed the touch factor of the sponge baths and I may end up missing that a little.
Ended up so relaxed that I fell asleep, shouldn't be surprised, that seems to be the current me.
"How you feeling today son?' Dad seems happy to ask, yet I am very much half asleep, I guess I slept through night shift, must of been some sponge bath, yet as tired as I feel waking up, maybe once fully awake I will feel refreshed.
"O..OO..K..K" alive also comes to mind, so does sore, stiff, sleepy, board, alive yet barely living but Dad gets a shaky ok.
"Hello Moose men" the tone of this doctor seems happy, hope he is bringing me good news as I also feel hungry, "Well Moose jr, test results are back and you are healing nicely, now considering the extent of all of your injuries, more tests will take place again in 3 weeks, this will help keep track of healing" really hope I talk better by then.
"We manged to successfully stop the eternal bleeding you had back when rushed here and into surgery, that has healed beautifully, small scar, should fade over time." Ok, thank explains some of the pain I guess.
"We are pleased that there is no more swelling on the brain, but we will still be watching for short and long term effects from head trauma, one of which does seem to be your vision, it was noticed you had some trouble with the point board so as your speech comes back hopefully so will the vision." I had my helmet! How did my head get trauma? The neck brace, the safety belts, all the safety measures, did none of it work?
"The x-ray shows your collar bone is almost healed, that wasn't a deep a break as your legs, so you should be able to move it slowly and not have as much from it" I should have known this wasn't a short list, but now I wonder how much went wrong or did all the safety measures go right and that's why I am alive? Come on Moose focus on what the doc is saying, less of your own thoughts.
"Throat recovering nicely from long exposure to the oxygen you were breathing from the mask while in the coma, with the spray and water you have been drinking that should clear up more n a day or two." Hope my voice and speech do too.
"Tomorrow we will try you on a breakfast shake, then work up to more solids, Jaw needs a little more time that was broken and shows it isn't a 100% yet but close to it." Yup seems like chewing would hurt. Was any part of me not broken?
"So your three broken ribs need more time, and I am worried about your left leg, it appeared to have suffered the most breaks, right leg needs more time was only broken in two places, we had to put a rod and pins in the left leg that is why you didn't under go a MRI, we will watch it very closely but it will need more time, we also have to watch out for nerve damage, so you have healed a lot but still have a long and sadly slow way to go".
That word slow, again, processing just how broken I was, explains why I could only move my right arm and not my left, I guess I hit hardest on the left side, everything was on the left side, but also broke the right leg, I almost want to see my crash and understand what happened.
"Any Questions? " I don't think I can ask any, but I am not sure what I would ask, ok not true, Will I ever race again? but something tells me that is too soon to ask, if I could speak better. "Mr Moose Sr, do you have any questions? Dad doesn't seem to have any, but I found myself trying to speak "TT..VV?".
Not sure why both of them laugh, maybe it was a good sign of recovery, maybe I really seemed to be back to a child like state, but the doctor said "yes we can arrange that!" I think I am smiling "any more questions?" I do have one, hope it comes out "T..i..re..d, W..hy?", Does he understand what I mean? "Well Moose jr, as you know that was a very bad crash, your body has been working really hard to heal, some of the tiredness you feel is your body coping with pain and trying to heal everything at once, you did have some help from a blood transfusion for iron after your blood loss, your pain meds contribute to sleepiness, your on a feeding tube and your body is using all of it's energy, we can increase your vitamins, and I am thinking maybe tomorrow we can wheel you down to get you some sun, also going to star you on some physio therapy with your right arm, just to get the ball rolling, on your long road back."
"OO....KK...Th...an..ks." I move my head to look over at the direction of my Dad, "What about visitors? The race team would like to start visiting?" That's cool "No more then two at a time, let us know if you need anything or to ask more questions as you have them ok?", deep breath in and "YY..ee..ss..D..oo...cc". The doctor leaves the room.
"I will let the team know that it's more good news" visitors will make things less boring, not that Dad is boring but I know there is more to life then just Dad and Tony, some tv will be nice. The nurse comes in with water, I really wish the shake started today but slow and steady right? I don't exactly have any where to go, I mean home would be nice but if I can hardly move how do I get up the stairs.
When the nurse returns she sets up that bed side tv so I can use it with my right arm, she injects the pain meds and vitamins, another spray and cup of water, I start to get sleepy and I think Dad can tell, "How about you get some rest son? I am going to go eat, I don't have a feeding tube and I am hungry, also gives me a chance to make calls and let Tony and the team know they can start to visit" I nod to tired to actually try speaking, he kisses me on the forehead, my eyes feeling very heavy he turns out the light and before closing the door to the room like I was still a little kid says "Love you son, rest well".
It didn't take much until I fell asleep, thinking of all our happy times soon I regretted not having a love like Mom and Dad's, this time around I need to focus more on fun and less on work, to play not just work.
"Surprise!!"Yes it is!My teammates are here, my competitors ,we are friendly and leave it on the track so there they are smiling holding balloons and banners, a welcome home party, burgers and hot dogs, chips, punch, lots of party food.A table seems to be set up, with some snack food and a drink, Tony wheels me over to it, the girls bring me over a plate with a hot dog and hamburger on it, then dad brings over some toppings, Tony buts a plastic king crown on my head. Feels like one of those birthday parties at a burger place when a kid.A party for me, my mood is lifted, even a simple hot dog tasted like the best in the world, thankful chewing was no longer a point of pain that I would just tear though it, now I was painlessly enjoying a cheese burger, topped the way I like it and full of flavor and yes it is so delicious, I do feel like a king.Some arrived late but come to my table and offer the greetings of get well soon, some gave me cards,
After what felt like a very long slow three months, I am finally able to go home.It took a lot of paper work and some house preparation from Dad and Tony, I was told by Tony his girls did a very good job, soon I will see for myself. A real family affair as Tony and his crew have been living with Dad since moving back home, I am looking forward to it, feels like it will help with the rest of the healing journey.For a few days Tony has talked about adding chair lifts on the stairs, it has a space to fold the wheelchair and when not used fold out of the way for stair use, he is proud of how he helped Dad get this done, how it's his part in getting me home, it's deeply appreciated."Your nieces did a test drive of how smooth a ride it will be, it's slow but safe, prepared your room with a lift, this way you can get yourself out of bed and into the chair. My girls are helping for uncle to come home, they have many hugs to g
Another month come and gone since my accident, a month in a coma and a month out. One of the best things is I am now eating solid food, it started with the shake and soup, moved up to mashed then solid food, at first it hurt a little and I had to get used to chewing again but I am happy to be eating and no longer having a feeding tube.I over heard that some physio will begin, got me a little excited, before the crash I enjoyed working out, felt being fit helped me be a better driver, who knows maybe I can impress a few nurses. No really this is exciting news as up until now it was only on my right arm and now it will include a bit more.I almost rushed my breakfast as my casts are to come off today, the left leg is the slowest to heal and isn't exactly ready but everything is, no small linger breaks, so to be clear in my rushing thoughts is left leg stays in the cat but my left leg comes out of the cast today, so I wanted to rush through br
"No test results Moose, but I am speaking with the doctor about trying some soup, may not be hot and be with a straw but it's a good step, think you can tell me ok?" should I cry or laugh? soup with a straw, oh boy, must be really broken if I am really all the way back to baby steps like this but "OO..KK..TH...a..n..k.s!" I feel her rub my hand "in the mean time Moose I hope your not shy, as it's sponge bath time, if your ok with it I will even turn the music up" I like that idea " Ye..ss, PPLe..ase.., Fl..or..re..nce." she gives my hand a squeeze, "see , your making head way, that was a little less shaky not as raw as it has been" she closes the door and turns the music up, I notice a smile but really can't seem to make out more then that, I never really wanted to know eye colors or really notice lipstick, but now I wish I could see those details and not just blurry images.I notice the warmth of the water as she begins to wash my neck and arm, I close my eyes
I drank another cup of full water and then slept the rest of the night. morning came Florence back on shift, awake when she entered, started with a weak 'hi.." "Good job Moose" she dropped the sir, is she having a bad day already? "have your morning eye drops and cup of water" i don't know but I think I smiled as i replied "ok", "nice job moose, soon we won't be able to get you to stop talking, and yes it's a joke, we need you to tell us things" maybe dropping sir and just calling me moose is her way of flirting? Wait should i be thinking that?I swear I hear dad and Florence just outside the room door, "You're looking a lot better today son!" Why do i feel like I missed him when I know he has been here. 'heard you have been more awake, and making head way in talking too, that's great news son" let's seeA full half day awake, head way, however before lunch i was given my pain meds, still iv dip and took what i feel was a two hour nap, could be less, could be mor
I guess the rest will continue to be be a very slow recovery process, like baby steps, my mind trying to prepare for this like a mantra for race day, from being fast to a stop like a red flagged race, to a crawl like extra caution laps for a drying track, yet here I go again, drifting back off to sleep, I guess flat lining takes it's toll on the body and mind, I feel truly shocked at how tired I am, but I guess rest is the key to healing. This time I am gentle on myself and let myself fall asleep instead of trying to fight it so much.Awakened to a nurse putting drops in my eyes, it's so bright I am not even sure this is still ICU were they had kept it dim for me. "Good morning sir", says the nurse, as I try to bring my eyes into focus, to look at who is speaking, or at least that direction, "I have some throat spray for you sir, we'd like to see if it can help get you at least talking and on your way to eating."Food and drink would be nice, " plea