It’s now been 4 years, 4 months and 23 days since I got horrendously run over in London. I can now talk again, so it’s not really that terrible anymore. It was depressingly bad at the very beginning… It took 2 years until I could make any attempt at speaking.
I can walk a little, but not for a long time. I’ve got a tri-walker gadget which I now use instead of my massive 4-wheeled walker, which is a bit too hench for anything really apart from going to the bog.
Can’t wait to get back to normal, but it’s going to take a few more years. Unsure if I’ll ever walk unaided again, but I’ll always keep trying!