Thanks and regards to those who asked. For the past few weeks I’ve touring hospitals in Philadelphia, adding some hardware to my right femur.
A web image, but that’s pretty much what it looks like. Not as interesting as building hulls, but I’ve always wanted to set off metal detectors in more than just a Derek Smalls kind of way, and now I shall forevermore. Slipped on the “black ice” like a banana peel, the quickest moment of my life. In a half-second, from swaggering hale & hearty to the old lady in the commercial who’s fallen and can’t get up.
True fact. I couldn’t get up, my right leg being somewhat pulverized. Fortunately, the right arm could still throw snowballs at the window and 911 was alerted in due course.
I always liked that line in that Louis Prima song, life goes on without me. The League hath buzzed merrily along; all is calm, all is bright. For those who have missed this particular fly in the LoOG ointment, cheers. I missed me too.
Five hrs of surgery later, a heaping helping of opiates, a week of rehab and at last back to LA and a Guinness in hand, hey, I’m feeling half meself again. And if y’all missed me half as much as I missed you, I reckon that makes us even.
So buy yourself a round on me and I’ll do the same for you. Welcome back!