Since I've been home, waking up in a familiar place, I've noticed my non-linear progress to recovery. Wednesday morning I woke up and my arm was really sore. Yesterday morning it was my rib cage that was giving me trouble. Now on Friday it's my head. Not the physical part. I have a minor headache and no pain from the thirty-odd stitches. It's my brain that hurts. I skyped with my sister and after a half hour conversation my head was spinning.

I've written this blog post the old fashioned way first - paper and pencil, remember those?! - figuring less computer time is better. But it's really about dealing with written language that's the toughest part. Getting back to work may take longer than I thought. I feel like my own science experiment.

The hospital I was at was the Kaohsiung Municipal Hospital. It's the closest hospital to the school (and therefore, to the scene of my accident). It is not, however, the top-notch facility in the city. KAS has a lot of ties to the medical community because it started 25 years ago as a school for children of the doctors at Kaohsiung University Hospital. On Friday, therefore, there were quite a few discussions about where I should be admitted after I was cleared from the emergency department. The head of the school and the president of the board would have liked to see me sent to the university hospital but because I vomited any time I was moved it made sense to stay where I was. If it looked like I needed surgery I think they would've insisted on moving me. It was very odd being the center of all those conversations but not being a part of them.