1st surgery slot tomrrow, your's truly gets her knee worked on. It's just a mass of, well, mess of bits of tendons and ligaments right now with my kneecap in pieces. They are going to rebuild it. The surgery team was in earlier and they are very positive so confidence levels are high. I aready know I'll lose some funtionality but they think that I will walk again and even ride.
So all those out there that still know how to pray, would you at least give me a nod. I've not been terribly good but I don't want to end up crippled. I know this is a poor request for people I don't even know and probably upset a lot but soon they'll come in with the shot and Ill wake up sometime tomorrow afternoon.
My helmet came in today and it sits where I can see it. It beautiful with the custom paint I had ordered special. I'll ride again.
The shattered kneepad is with the club where their holdiong a drunk in my honor. Kind of wierd but fitting.
This plea for a prayer was Laurie's idea. She said it wouldn't hurt so hey, here I am.
I have no regrets. I hurt myself worse by sucking up the pain and helping the guys in the truck. As of this afternoon they were alive and breathing on their own. God works in small favors.
Anyway see you tomorrow.
Thanks everyone for just being there the short time I've known you all.
