It's been six month's since the bicycle crash. In the haze of the hospital, the thought was that I hit something in the road. In the clarity of time, it's clear that I was a victim of a hit and run. There was no way to explain the 6 fractures ribs in my upper left back. With a forward motion on an open road, the only explaination is a truck hitting me, holding on tight to the handlebars I fell to the left side for a good slide. During the slide, the helmet did the job of saving my life while did receive a severe concussion. My memory is black from the time that I left my house on the bike until around 3 o'clock in the afternoon as I came to in the ICU. The ribs healed fine aided by 3 titanium plates. The muscle, tendons, and skin from the surgery, the chest tube, the broken collar bone, are the lingering healing. Whether I regain all sensations on my side and left chest or not is still in question. The rotation of the sho...
The other night I dreamt of being together with my colleagues at McGill. The dream covered an entire day is work meetings and ended dining out followed by drinks. When I woke a felt a bit sad. The dream reminded my how much I valued my colleagues and in some ways how I miss living in Montreal. There funny part is that we didn't always agree but we were able to still dialogue, worked through solutions, etc... It's hard to put my finger on it and my wife doesn't share my perspective. The winters are hard and long, but I embraced it, I was out in it. Running on Mont Royal in winter bordered being spiritual experiences, the cold, the snow, the bare trees and the quietness as you earned the views provided at the top. I miss not only hearing (and understanding) French but also how interesting the accents of francophones speaking English. Cycling was a dream in Quebec and swimming at Parc Jean Drapeau in the outdoor beautiful 50 competition pool was epic. ...