So, what happened to me? Why do I slur my speech?
Watching myself hit the ground, knowing how high above the ground I was, I’m wondering why I’m not dead.
Not in the video, until much later when somebody tricked the exposure on the camera: the safety glasses I used, as I insist on wearing them, while using the drill. Norm Abram would be proud.
The drill? Died in the fall.
I half-heartedly wrote a review of my NVR (Network Video Recorder) that I mentioned the last post. It was, aside from a few jabs about reliability and lifespan of the product (seriously, it’s modern, inexpensive surveillance equipment) and giving it a rather poor rating, I’ve still yet to see it posted on Amazon.
Time passes.
Days.
More than a few.
Then today I went and found the product again and figured I’d repaste the review — thinking that perhaps the previous review was lost to the aether.
So I click through, select a rating, and… well, maybe they -did- receive it and either: there was some objection to my review, the product really is failing that frequently, or it’s something else altogther.
The camera controller that I was installing — the very same one with which I was working on that fateful night that I took my nearly fatal, forever life-changing fall — has stopped working.
Dare I say, it’s crashed spectacularly.
No video output over HDMI. Nothing responding on the network.
Oddly, it’s not even reporting the same MAC address. It’s close, matching the label affixed to the underside, but the last two bytes that appeaer on the network when it’s powered on don’t match.
So far it’s a camera system that’s cost about $175,025* in medical bills… plus the forever lost wages, and another $325 for the entirely unusable unit.
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* I’m told my estimate above was far too low. It’s closer to $250K.
I got my bicycle out today and filled up the tires. I then pondered – very, very briefly – skipping my helmet. Then decided quickly that it was a worthwhile addition. I wasn’t going any further than the 200 ft long driveway.
I was making U-turns and forgotten it was 24 speed touring bike and how the gears worked. I couldn’t get my foot off the pedal and on the ground quickly enough and tumbled over.
**sigh**
So, I picked myself up and got back on that sucker to ride it some more.
Here I am, 46 years old and learning how to ride something as simple as a bicycle all over again.
Today’s experience also served to reinforce that I’ll be leaving my motorcycle parked until I’m very confident in my coordination and balance. Probably for a year or two.
Just noticed this morning that my double vision (diplopia) is reduced by almost half! Since I became aware, I’ve been fighting with diplopia in the left, upper quarter of my vision – probably from some issue with a cranial nerve palsy or problem with the optic chiasm – but not quite anymore. I’ve another check in with my optometrist in two more weeks and I think it’ll be entirely singular by then.
