When I started this blog I told myself that I must keep up to date with it. I didn't want to be another blog that got some people excited only to start to whimper off and fall into the rare-poster category. Some weeks I have had as many as three posts, but never less than a post a week. Not long ago I was even nervous about having a week post and ended up posting one or two more times that week. But last week was the first, and I hope last, time I didn't post at least that one time. And although some say excuses are for the weak, I'd say I have a pretty damned good one!
Three Saturdays ago I was on my way to work on my motorcycle and had an accident with a car. Since then I have been in the hospital on the mend, focussing primarily on being ready for our wedding on May 29. I fractured my right femur in three places near the top. The swelling and pressure was so bad in my thigh that they were required to perform a fasciotomy to relieve the pressure. And since then I have had to graft some skin to cover the fasciotomy site. A little over two weeks until the big day and I can barely walk with the aid of a walker or crutches. Add to that the fact my insurance company refuses to send me to acute-rehabilitation, and things are looking a little dismal!
To add to the strangeness of this all, one week before this accident I was driving my lovely Triumph home from work at 1am. I saw a lady maneuvering out of a a parallel space and moved to the left lane to give her room. She had plenty, but apparently I failed to note her intentions of making an illegal U-turn from that spot. Luckily my riding experience allowed me to put the bike down safely and walk away with only a bruised and sprained wrist. But my bike wasn't so lucky.
After a week of thinking about what to do about my transportation situation (my bike is my everyday driver, cold, wet, just not icy) I picked up another, older, slower and louder motorcycle on that unfortunate Saturday. Seems it wasn't quite loud enough to be heard by that man in the Lexus. It also seems he has lied to everyone about what he did so his insurance company has of course denied my claim.
On the upside, there are three people who have really stepped up to help out LotH. Luckily I was in a place for each of my various projects that my injuries have not left them to die. Rebecca, my fiancée, and Emily & Henning, the couple who own the room have seemingly happily taken on some new responsibilities. After Henning finished boring out the dowel-rod holes in the rack, the three of them filled it up with 32 'nduja sausages to begin their final drying stage. Rebecca had to bring these over from our apartment, solo. About a week later she had to determine the level of cure on the bresaola, rinse, dry, wrap, weigh and transport 6 pounds of eye-of-the-round over to the room. Once everything arrives over there, E&H have taken charge of photographing and weighing the projects and keeping me up-to-date from my very comfortable yet very-restrictive hospital bed.
While the Rehearsal Dinner Pig Roast and the Wedding are continuing as planned for the most part. The Honeymoon to Northern Spain has unfortunately been cancelled, or perhaps only postponed. We have decided to grab a couple nights of fun immediately following the big day, in Asheville, N.C. We'll be staying at the Inn on the Biltmore Estate and dining out as much as I can handle in culinarily rich Asheville. I hear they might have some good BBQ down there too! We will happily take any suggestions anyone might have, and we will surely let you all know what we find.