Dad'n'Beth just left, they came down for a few hours this afternoon to check up on me and things. They bought me a new bike! It looks a good bit like my old one, mostly purple, but with shiny turqoise. (This was actually the least girly thing there - most things were light pink, bleh. Or mauve. Or a really ugly teal.) It's actually the girl version of the one Tom got a few months ago, funnily enough, but it's a Roadmaster, same as my old one, whihc lasted me ten years, so it'll be good. They also picked us up groceries. Tom spotted a ONE GALLON JAR OF DILL PICKLES FOR THREE DOLLARS. I was instantly torn. And then I decided y'know what? I got hit by a car. I'm getting fucking pickles.
So we have pickles. *giggles*
Went to Applebee's for lunch, so I am very happily full, then over to the Paper Factory, to pick up my old bike... Bruce and Ann weren't there, it being a Sunday, but everyone else had heard, and asked how I was and all. My bike was in the back, and.. well, the back rim wasn't nearly as bad as I'd remembered, but it's pretty shot, bent out and bent in and beyond repair. No sign of the kickstand. A part of the casing holding on the seat broke off when Dad moved it. And I hadn't seen the sprocket - I've *never* seen one in that bad of shape, it was pretty scary.
...it's beyond repair, there's some damage to the frame as well. I.. it makes me really, really sad to let go of it, I've had it so long, and it's been through so much with me..... But Dad's taking it back with him, to salvage some parts if nothing else, and I think he's going to save a small part of it for me, which I'd really like.

I managed to spend a good bit of time walking around in WalMart, I'm hobbling and favoring my more-injured leg pretty badly, but I can get around, just more slowly than usual. Far better than yesterday, though. My knee's swollen up to a reasonably noticable degree, and when I took off the ace bandage last night, I discovered the huuuugest most frightening looking black'n'blue mark on the inside of that knee. That still hurts whenever it's bumped (which made sleeping a lil interesting last night), but when I'm not moving, nothing really bothers me. My arm's a little sore still, and there are black'n'blue marks all over my legs, the litte gouge is still occasionally bleeding, but... my bike really did take the brunt of it. From looking at my bruises, I really can't sort out quite how I fell, but from what I can remember, and what we gathered looking at the bike, it's pretty clear I was flung out of the car's direct path, and my bike took most of it.

It was good to have Dad'n'Beth down, that was really nice. (Mel didn't come because she didn't know if she should cry that I was hurt, or punch me for getting hurt. *giggles* Thanks.) They brought like ten boxes of stuff from my room for me to sort through.. which, really, it's a good time for, I need to lay low awhile, and I keep trying to get up and do things. Tom kept yelling at me this morning for going up and down the stairs and going all around cleaning up.
But he's been so, so great about everything.. from helping me walk, to putting on my shoes, making me take a hot bath instead of a shower this morning (which was heaven, omg), and... just, never letting more than a half an hour go by without checking up on me, whenever we're in seperate rooms. He's been so good to me, and just held me last night, and has been such a comfort and taken such good care of me... I'm so lucky, I really am, for everyone around me.
*contented sigh*

Going to go curl up with the boy and watch random movies on tv awhile. It's all grey and rainy and bleh out, so it's a perfect day for snuggling yay.