Hi everyone, been awhile and I think I owe an explanation. It's kind of "the world crashed into lorin" kind of story.
I'll start easy hardest (or is it the hardest easy) thing. BEWARE TEXTING TEENS! On 2/9/16 I was driving down a small Long Island
ish highway near my house in my beloved Prius. A young woman decided (later to find out while texting) to cross one mall across the highway to another mall. Not sure what she was thinking but she cut in front of me (never saw her) in her Suburban. I broadsided her, then bounced into the parking lot she was aiming for, hit another car and crashed to a stop into the third. What I remember before I passed out was my car was aiming right for a stroller where the mother was standing, loading the trunk. I went to sleep thinking I killed a baby. When I woke believing I was a murderer and my life was over, I found out the mother had pulled the stroller away at the last minute. That was the good news. The bad news was everything else. I crushed three vertebra in my lower back, two in my neck, detached my meniscus and lots of other goodies. For the first few weeks after the accident I had speech and memory loss, which was really weird. I would be with my cousin, knew I knew her, but didn't know her. I stuttered, couldn't find words, it was all so weird. In April I stabilized enough to have my lower back repaired. They removed three vertebra , replaced it with cadaver bone and bars. It actually feels ok. Because the bone is still mushy I have to wait until November to do the same thing with my neck. And my knee repair will be last. The hard thing is I've lost fine motor skills with my hands. No jewelry making, no long amounts of typing. Since my fingers are numb I have to watch the keyboard when I type. But that's ok. Needless to say, my Prius lost the battle. Didn't get much for it since it had 180,000 miles. But I cashed out some retirement money and got myself a tank. Screw the environment, I am going to win the next 'battle'. I got a Subaru Forester which I'm proud to say gets a whopping 23mpg!

Even with all this, I am grateful. I didn't kill a baby, so everything else is cake.
#2 on the hit(ha ha...get it?) parade: My father was diagnosed with bladder cancer exactly during the time of the accident. I won't go into details but it didn't have to be this bad. He should have gotten a second opinion over a year ago, but like a lot of old people, 'he liked the doctor' and kept going to her. So by the time it was finally determined he had a tumor the size of an orange and had to have an ostomy. After the surgery he began to deteriorate, with infection after infection. My father is not a fighter. Three months in the hospital and they decided he was going to die and sent him home with hospice care. And now he is doing fine. Going out to eat, doing the Florida old people thing etc. All this because he refused to get a second opinion.
Lastly Helldog is coming to her end of time. She has torn both knees and I no longer have the money for another surgery. So she hops around on three legs but it is getting harder and harder for her because she is favoring the leg that was operated on. So her time is coming, but I don't have the emotional strength to put her down yet.
I spend some time on FB because they have lots of groups for the crafts Im interested in but have eased off recently because watching and not doing is depressing. The hardest thing is the inactivity while the bone sets. I wear a bone growth stimulator to help things along. But no bending, lifting, twisting, can't use my hands. If I put on a knee brace I am up to about 2 blocks but have a tendency to fall which is very dangerous. Been trying to watch my weight with all this inactivity.
I am sorry this post is all about me. I will read back and catch up. I am going to be in Abq for the fest. Hope to see some of you there!
The loudest truth I ever heard was the softest sound.