Also on Friday they got me out of bed and hobbling around behind a walker. Evidently I was doing pretty well to even stand up. That night I even got out of bed and tried to take a crap. The nurse suggested a bedpan but pride prevented me. I managed to get to the can, but it was a false alarm.
Life is reduced to challenges on the level of going to the bathroom.
They also got me moving around on crutches. My parents arrived. I also learned a bit more about the accident. The guy who hit me was indeed caught. Of course, he is obliged to do so, but it was nice that he made the first move.