Recovery was difficult. I was in the hospital for one month and the physical therapy lasted another year. Relearning to walk with a steel rod in my leg was much easier than putting up the colostomy bag. Fortunately that wasn’t permanent, though I’ve heard they often are. Everyone was very supportive during my recovery, but it seems that spirit has diminished. Old rivalries and emotional baggage keep rearing their ugly heads. Bygones are no longer bygones. Life is back to normal now. Well, with the exception of a few scars, it’s back to the way it was before the accident.