Well, a few months have passed and the bills have pilled up ($100,000+ to date) which have maxed out the other drivers insurance, now if I want lost wages/pain&suffering/etc. I'll have to get the money directly from him 
I hate this whole fucking system, 15 grand for a skin graft? wtf! 5 grand went to the guy who knocked me out! lawyers claiming 1/3 or everything, 2 thousand for 2 fucking ambulance rides?!?! I keep trying to stay positive and not become a bitter asshole but jesustapdancingchrist I don't even know what to say about how our society deals with injuries, and bad fucking luck, its not my fault some 86 year old ran me down, but it sure feels that way at this point.
Anyways, I've got a doc. appointment to see if I can finally start bearing weight and try to walk again, course I still have no feeling in a good chunk of my leg and my toes don't seem to work but I'm hoping the act of trying to walk on them might wake them up? Right, perhaps? Also, I've lost 45 pounds to date b/c of being stuck to this damn couch and my complete loss of appetite. But hey, I'll be just like Lance Armstrong except with perfectly good testicles. I'm hoping to be back on the road driving down to Phoenix by the end of Sept. hopefully swinging through Cali for a few weeks to see some sorely missed friends. With an amazing stroke of unusual luck I might be making that trip down in a pristine dark silver '03 Mini Cooper S (with moonroof, premium sound sys. and leather interor, almost makes the maiming worth it) that worked itself out perfectly financially, god I hope this bizarre luck hold long enough. So here are some pics of my titanium leg and in a few more weeks I might have scar pics to show (right now they're still a bit too bloody)
I hate this whole fucking system, 15 grand for a skin graft? wtf! 5 grand went to the guy who knocked me out! lawyers claiming 1/3 or everything, 2 thousand for 2 fucking ambulance rides?!?! I keep trying to stay positive and not become a bitter asshole but jesustapdancingchrist I don't even know what to say about how our society deals with injuries, and bad fucking luck, its not my fault some 86 year old ran me down, but it sure feels that way at this point. Anyways, I've got a doc. appointment to see if I can finally start bearing weight and try to walk again, course I still have no feeling in a good chunk of my leg and my toes don't seem to work but I'm hoping the act of trying to walk on them might wake them up? Right, perhaps? Also, I've lost 45 pounds to date b/c of being stuck to this damn couch and my complete loss of appetite. But hey, I'll be just like Lance Armstrong except with perfectly good testicles. I'm hoping to be back on the road driving down to Phoenix by the end of Sept. hopefully swinging through Cali for a few weeks to see some sorely missed friends. With an amazing stroke of unusual luck I might be making that trip down in a pristine dark silver '03 Mini Cooper S (with moonroof, premium sound sys. and leather interor, almost makes the maiming worth it) that worked itself out perfectly financially, god I hope this bizarre luck hold long enough. So here are some pics of my titanium leg and in a few more weeks I might have scar pics to show (right now they're still a bit too bloody)
VIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS
Also, hello!
And the trouble with Carnivale was that it committed a mortal error in the television world: having a story that counted on a set number of seasons. You cannot ever count on that. Only one show has ever pulled it off, to my knowledge, and that was Babylon 5. And even it came very, very close to death.
Not that I'm not pissed off that HBO cancelled it, as it was easily the best thing they had going. But the point is that with the Sopranos, and Six Feet Under, and Oz, and Deadwood, and probably Rome, once I see that, and so on, there's no real investment. I love the shows, but if they choose not to make another season, there's nothing nearly as painfully unresolved.
Oh, and my Carnivale Season 1 set only cost me 45. (used, with a 15% off discount, but still.)