I ended up getting my hospital bills paid off, but did get stuck with about $6000-$7000 worth of other bills. I probably should be panicking because I have no job and can't exactly get one with two fucked up legs and probably couldn't even get one without the two broken legs, but I'm not. Though you probably should buy something from the Mindless Fucking Consumerism section now.
Here's some recent photos. They aren't as gross as the last ones, but there still is a wound photo, so consider yourself warned.
Me playing Farfisa with Wyatt of DPI on guitar and Jeff on bass at Pat's in the Flats on 3 September. I got tar on my cast somehow then we made a lot of crazy noise for a audience of two people.
Jeff and I went down to the Cuyahoga Valley National Park and the Ohio-Erie canal last weekend. He pushed me in my wheelchair for a mile on a paved towpath trail and we got to look at nature and horse shit all of that outdoorsy stuff. Then we drove around and ended up down by the steel mills! Yay!
Me standing up in my walker, and being confused by how much shorter everything suddenly looks. But this does not prevent me from mocking the cat.
My right (heel fracture and corrective surgery) foot. It may look gross, but not compared to the picture of it in the previous update. It's mostly healed over. All that peeling skin is actually a very good thing, because all the darker skin parts are dead from the surgery, and when it peels off I get normal looking skin. The white stuff is Multidex powder dressing, which I put on the wound to dry it out (it used to ooze a whole lot).