August, 2128: Summer in Massachusetts. Hotter than it used to be. Some days there was just no way I was hiking. It was too hot even at sunrise. But I hiked a lot. More on that later.
I decided I really needed female companionship so I concentrated on fine tuning the programs for Lacy, Jo, and Barb, and I have all three pretty close to 100%. Now, don’t forget, they will evolve, they will grow in their own directions. But I can now interact with them in a way that makes them seem absolutely real to me. Actually, toward the end of civilization Holopeople were considered as just an alternate form of human life. They had become that well designed and constructed.
I’ll have to report on a date one of these days. I think you’d find it interesting.
The Star Trek and Sherlock programs also took up a lot of my time. I love those two and I want them ready to play. It shouldn’t be long.
But, I spent even more time on another of my “Big 6.”
After the earthquake I had stayed away from the water- both real and virtual. But I came to miss it… a lot. It’s clearly too dangerous to go boating in the real world, but not in the HC. So I started with a basic program for a 65 foot yacht, very much like the real one I had, and I started tweaking it. It actually didn’t take all that much tweaking, and it’s ready for me to cruise the virtual waters. Can’t wait!
I spent some more time rummaging through the bookstores, program disk shops, and other places in Northampton. I found two real book treasures, books I don’t have on my electronic reader, and that I really really wanted.
The one break I got during the earthquake- well, aside from the fact that I survived it, was that I had forgotten my eReader in the pickup that morning. There would have been no way to replace the thousands of books I had loaded to it. I’m sure I would have found other eReaders, but there was no way to load books onto them. I would have only had the books that were already there. And my books are important to me. I read pretty eclectically but I also go in for lots of stuff that isn’t exactly mainstream.
I also found two pretty rare program disks. One is a submarine program- more of a deep sea exploration program via 2 man sub. I’ve never seen that one, and I can’t wait to give it a shot.
The second one is a college basketball coaching program. I know I said I was finished with that, but it’s been a half century since I coached, and lately I’ve missed it. From what I saw when I popped it in and just kind of explored to see what it could do, it seems very realistic. It definitely looks like I’ll enjoy it.
And now for the down side- I saved the worst for last. I got hurt on a hike. I was about 45 minutes in and I stepped in a deep hole. I twisted my right ankle badly. I thought I might have broken it. The pain was excruciating. It was so bad I didn’t notice that I had also torn up my right knee.
This was the worst kind of trouble. As I said I was 45 minutes into a hike. It was a brand new location so I was completely bushwhacking. I couldn’t put any weight on my right leg, as I found out when I tried and immediately fell down.
There was no way to get help. What to do. Fortunately, I carried a backpack with extra bottles of water and extra food, mostly trail mix. I had a great knife and a small axe. I’d just have to crawl, and hope to find a sturdy branch that I could cut down and use as a crutch.
I started to crawl, and every foot of progress was accompanied by agonizing pain. If you’re wondering, I knew that once I got home I could get into the HC and a virtual doctor would fix me up; there were programs for every kind of doctor that existed in the real world. But it was going to be a long, hard journey. I estimated that I was a mile and a quarter from the pickup, which I wasn’t sure I could either climb into or drive. But, one foot at a time. It felt like I had to stop every 15-20 feet because the pain was so overwhelming. I was sweating, and it was pain, not heat, that was causing the sweat. I have never experienced pain like the pain from this injury.
Two hours later I thought I might be halfway to the truck. I was in bad shape. Severe pain is exhausting, along with everything else it is.
I had found a branch to use for a crutch, and it had taken a hell of a long time to chop it off the tree and then to try to make the bottom fairly flat. Then I couldn’t get up onto my feet to use it. When I finally did, it really was too much trouble to use. I felt like I was going to fall with every step, and that would NOT have been good. So I went back to crawling.
At this point I had one bottle of water left, and not too much trail mix. I decided to try to take a nap. It was about 11:00 a.m., so there was a good 8 or 9 hours of sun left.
When I woke up from the nap it was dark. Not good. There was an almost full moon. I knew I had to keep going. The ankle was huge, and the knee was swollen as well. They had both stiffened up a great deal. But I had to keep going. With water low and food almost as low I needed to get home tonight.
I pushed through pain that was indescribable. I knew I simply had to get to the truck, no matter what, but I went through the worst kind of hell.
At 11:23 I saw the pickup as I crawled around a corner. It may have been the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I rested at the foot of the truck, and drank the last of the water.
Getting into the truck was more pure hell, but I eventually made it. My right leg was useless so I needed to find a way to get it out of the way and drive with my left foot and leg. Fortunately, the truck was an automatic. Standard transmissions had made a huge comeback just before the end, but I stuck with automatics, thankfully.
Getting my right leg out of the way so I could drive had me in tears it was so painful. And once I got it there, I couldn’t find a position that lessened the pain. I gutted it out and drove home.
Getting out of the truck was, if anything, even worse than getting in. I parked as close to the house as I could because that was the only place I had a HC that didn’t require some kind of a climb.
At about 2:15 a.m., I got into the house, found the programs for 3-4 doctors who seemed most suited to my problem, and I fired up the HC. Before visiting the doc I got more water, and dialed up a snack. Then it was time for a visit to the doc.
Torn ACL, torn MCL, completely screwed up ankle, but it wasn’t broken. The doc had me ambulanced to the hospital in the HC, and he said he’d do surgery in the morning for the knee. The ankle would get a brace, and needed to be iced regularly and packed tight the rest of the time, which the hospital would take care of. None of that was any less than agonizing.
I had a very rough 4-5 days after surgery. They said I needed to walk for the knee to heal properly, but the ankle couldn’t take it so they came up with some ways to exercise the knee. Every one of them made the ankle extremely painful.
Eventually the ankle got a little better, and that helped both the ankle and the knee. But I knew I had a long haul in front of me.
Next time: Recovering. Hurricane season.