So I've been pretty much consistently increasingly frustrated recently with the warming temperatures. It gets harder every day to sit here in pain accepting my new life as it is and to stay focused on the positives. Every day I sit here looking out and watching people do things, simple things like walking their dog, and wishing that I could do that. Then I'll see someone ride by on a motorcycle and wish that I could still ride. Or when I see a truck hauling a boat I think "Man I miss fishing." I mean serious fishing. Heading out to a remote lake somewhere and spending the day on the water. There's so many things I can't do anymore all because some idiot panicked on the highway and nearly killed me.
Yes, I am thankful I'm alive. But there's a difference between being alive and living. Everyone is alive. Not everyone truely lives. And to live is to enjoy every moment you can with the people you love doing the things you love to do. And I can't do that anymore.
With all that being said, about the only thing I have to look forward to now is an upcoming week of grueling tests down in the butthole of Canada aka Toronto in may to determine whether my injuries are deemed "catastrophic" for insurance purposes. For more info see the following
http://www.canadianunderwriter.ca/i...airment-definition-starts-in-2016-1003787075/
Basically in a nutshell it will mean that I can not do more than 40% of what I was able to do before my accident.
I have a hard time sitting in a vehicle long enough to get across the city now. They want me to fly there Sunday. Get up at 5:30am. Take a freaking taxi an hour and a half to get to an appointment where they will poke and prod for two hours. Then take a two freaking hour taxi to another appointment where they plan on doing more poking and proding for the afternoon. Followed by a half hour taxi back to the hotel where they drop me off at the front door and expect me to navigate my way up a 17 story hotel to my room without assistance. And this same routine for 5 days straight. Not impressed but it is what it is. People will never understand the pain I'm in. Including medical professionals.