Day 197 - Thursday June 28, 2012

Today I had a very interesting conversation with Bridgett on our way to the Ferndale Market.  She talked about her wreck with me and then she asked what time it happened, which she has never asked before.  I told her about 5:00 and she said it wasn't dark then so why didn't the guy see me?  She asked what I was wearing and I told her and she said again why didn't the guy see me?  We discussed that he was probably distracted.  She said when he hit me he knew it and I said he said he didn't know he hit you and said he thought something fell off his truck.  Bridgett said that's just dumb--he had to know he hit me.  I said he got out of the truck and saw you on the ground and she said again he must have known.  Why didn't he tell me he was sorry she asked again.  I don't know (and I don't understand that part either).  He always could have sent a card or flowers to the hospital without facing us directly.  He could have told the police to tell us or whatever.  It is hard to understand.  Also now whenever we pass cyclists she says to them (even though they can't hear of course) that they should be careful so that don't get hit and get a brain injury.  When anyone leaves the house to go somewhere she reminds us to drive carefully so that we don't hit any cyclists and give them a brain injury.  She says I don't want anyone to have an injury like I do.