Glad to hear you're back home, Jimmy.
I'd sure be interested to learn what happened to you, if you care to write about it.
I was driving east on I-40. There was a car driving west carrying one of these metal trailers, like you'd carry yard-working material in, I'm horrible at telling dimensions. The trailer got loose and jumped over the median and hit us head-on. I was conscious to see the whole crash although it happened pretty quick. They got Linda out pretty easily, she had cuts and bruises and broken / fractured ribs I guess from the airbag and a solid black impression of the seatbelt on her body. They took her by ambulance to a local hospital ER where they looked her over and released her. Since they cut her clothes off of her, there she was in the middle of nowhere without even the clothes on her back. Fortunately a state trppoer chaplaian took pity and drove her to where I was staying, over 150 miles away.
Me, they had to cut me out using the famous jaws of life I guess, and I got a helicopter ride to the trauma center at the U of New Mexico. I was extremely lucky because the only serious injury was to my right leg, unlucky because it got smashed up pretty bad and a fractured ankle.. I had fractured or maybe just bruised ribs but they pretty much healed in a couple of weeks. No weight on my right leg until September........
I was out of touch for a little over a month and had to get a lawyer to facilitate getting me out of this rehab place because they wouldn't release me, and no medical transport would do the job of getting me home if I didn't get released. Of course I couoldn't walk more that 10 yards and had lost 30 pounds, but felt I would recuperate better at home. This rehab place was something out of an Alfred Hitchcock movie. I know it is a pretty much standard thing to not like a place like a rehab center, with the semi-private room, smelly roomie, crummy food, and the like, but that's where this place started to outshine the average place. The stories I couold tell...........I don't see an icon for scared, ao
Well thank God and all other dieties I'm out of that place, and finally at my new home. I'm walking 2o yards, and my pot-belly will be back in no time.
Thanks for the opportunity to tell you all this, I'm told it is therapeutic. I am pretty much quit on buyimg stamps until my finances turn around, but I need something good to happen and will be buying something here pretty soon.