This Frankenstein-like doozy’s from the surgery to rebuild a destroyed condyle after getting run down by a car in a crosswalk while I was cycling home from work. Last thing I saw in the headlight glare as the guy ran the red-light at speed was the shadow of a head popping up from the wheel. My assumption is the asshole was on his phone. Hit and run of course.

The impact also broke my pelvis, snapped my left femur, broke my left tibia and fibula into 7 major pieces and a lot more smaller bits. It’s the right thigh’s condyle at the knee that still poses the most problems though—there’s rather a lot of scar tissue I’m still working on as I try to get full range of motion back into it. The knee’s got about 19 pins and screws and a plate pulling the bone confetti back together. Four bolts through the pelvis, two rods running the length of the left leg, upper and lower, along with stabilizing screws at either end of each rod makes about 36 titanium implants overall.

Was in a wheelchair from January to March of 2024, then a walker until May, then used a cane until September. Was back on the rebuilt bike in December and spent the past year riding semi-regularly, even making jaunts up to 60 miles. Been a long, long, slog.