Am glad to see you’re, relatively, okay. If you and Mich need anything, let me know, and I’ll see if I can send my boys over to help out. Sheila and I may be in your area later on this year. We’ll let you know when.

In the meantime, get better soon.

Diana,

Smart people tend to be distracted by their own thinking, and their situational awareness lags because of it. At least that’s the excuse I use.

Your family isn’t the only one that’s injury prone. When Dad was a kid he spent six weeks in traction after breaking his neck. He fell off of a pile of coal when his brother body-checked him for throwing a shovel at him and slicing his forehead open. (BTW, scalp wounds bleed furiously but aren’t normally lethal. Good thing to know if you ever want to go drama queen on someone.)

Then there was the time Grandpa dropped some sort of tractor implement on his foot, severing his big toe. He butted the toe up against the stump, smeared the junction with axle grease, and tied it off with a shop rag, then walked up the road to the neighbor’s farm to get a ride to the hospital. They reattached the toe although the tendons and nerves were a lost cause. He didn’t get any infection from it thanks to the grease.

Celebrex? I suppose the brain doc didn’t want to give you something narcotic if you had a concussion, but vitamin M would probably have done as much good. Good thing your primary doc knows how tough you are.

I’m glad you’re feeling better. An injury like that can be scary, so I appreciate your waiting until it had a happy ending before telling it.

Dave