One Day You Are Not Complete

57, living large. I belonged to a Harley club. We stopped at a favorite ice house. On the way back, the guy in front of me swerved, I was too late and struck the debris and lost control and was knocked off my bike, hitting the pavement hard at 70 mph. The calls were made by them, I was airlifted to a Trauma one facility. I was barely aware, I understood I was severely injured, life threatening. Torn aorta, torn limbs, when I came to in the ICU I had lost both legs and my left hand. I had a scar where I had been cut open to repair my aorta. The trauma surgeon, my daughter's age.

I have been adjusting, more surgeries to prepare my stumps for modern day prostheses. I'm bed and wheelchair bound. My buddies tell me I'm lucky, my one good hand to beat off with. I have a permanently fixed laptop to my chair.

My friend Marg, stopped by to give me a blowjob.

Today is another day, I can't take care of myself. A home nurse takes care of me. I will need another surgery.