Tuesday, April 10, 2007

This post will be purely about subiefest 2.
burnout contest:

The guy in the silver wagon won. That STi was a close second. :)

Here are some of my pics:

All day long it was pouring down rain. The time attack cars (no pics shown, they were all blurry) had a hard time finding traction on the track, until the very last run of the day, when they posted some amazing lap times. The drift cars were also having some trouble, because drifting in the dry is a lot more predictable and stable. None the less, they did an amazing job drifting in the rain, and the dry. The two team orange drifters were the stunt drivers for the Fast and the Furious 3 drift movie, and they took 1st and 2nd place in the D1 drift competitions over in Japan. Those guys had some serious skill.
We could see the autocross across the way, but it was a little too far to get good shots. An Ariel Atom, lotus elise, custom go kart, S2000, and lots of other cool cars participated over there. There were some amazing cars, and it was a lot of fun. I hope the planners do a bit better job next time- there was no posted schedule, so you just kind of mulled around waiting for the next thing to start, not really knowing when it was going to, while being drenched.
Also, I didn't get any pictures, but about a dozen subies (and a honda) decided to made a mud rallycross out of the grass parking lot, drifting thru the foot deep mud. The honda got stuck (of course) and most of the guys got 1k tickets, because portland international raceway is a public park. What morons.
All in all, it was a blast!

Friday, April 06, 2007

Hey! This is what my finger looks like.

this is after 4 days of healing, too. I tried to gently clean it up a bit yesterday, and it looks a lot better than it used to- got most of the puss, dried blood, and dried wrapping off.

Sorry if I grossed you out- but its for this reason:
It's a testimony.
You see how the laceration crosses my entire finger? Well, my entire finger was pretty much cut through, with a little bit of skin holding it all together on the right edge (from a topdown view- left edge in this pic). The garage door had flattened my entire finger down to about a tenth of an inch or so. The initial prognosis from the EMT in the ambulance was that the finger was a loss and I would need plastic surgery for reconstructive repair.
Rosemary prayed for me, and called up the family to pray for me too. By the time I got to the hospital and unwrapped my hand, somehow blood had been getting into the tip of the finger, re-inflated it, and slightly reshaped it. When the doctor did some initial nerve damage tests, I passed all of the tests 100%. Now, for the nerves not to be cut, and for feeling at the end of my finger, is a COMPLETE MIRACLE, because there is no real way any nerves could really survive, having been cut clean through. The doctor just had to straighten the finger, and sow it back together. He referred me to a plastic surgeon anyway, and the plastic surgeon just looked at my finger and told me to schedule a routine followup, because he didn't really haveto do anything.
In the ambulance, when they told me my finger was a write off, my mind was racing with how losing my index finger on my primary hand would affect the rest of my life. I couldn't type properly, I couldn't hold a glass of water, feel my wife's cheek... you know, we take our index fingers for granted. Your life would really change if you couldn't use your primary index finger. you use it for *everything*.
There is a little part of my finger, right behind the cut, on the part that was cut completely through, where I can't feel. But small nerves do regrow a little bit, and I'm beleiving I'll be able to feel on that edge of my finger, in God's name. :)
So, keep praying for me, if you were, and know that God is good, and he takes care of us.
On the comical side, the day before this happened, I was praying in church, "Lord, break me. I want to be weeping for you."
I didn't mean physically! I'll be more specific next time. :)

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

smashed my finger in my garage door, in between two slats. The full weight of the door came crashing down unabated, thousands of pounds of force.

they sewed it back together.

it hurts like nothing I've ever felt before. I can feel the stitches in my nail bed.

its my left index finger.

I'm a leftie.