3 January — Odin’s 9th birthday: I vaguely recall he crawled up on the bed for a hug. Very, very vaguely.

He handled this all incredibly well.

My memory of conversations from this particular day is now little more than dream-like; no organization or substance. No order or details. I’m told I was “awake” for a short while — an hour or so.

While I’m told this particular day was a milestone of sorts for me, it wasn’t ‘til I was fully awake about two or three days later that I realized this was his birthday.


Christmas day.

Daisy showed me this and a few others — where, I assure everyone, I’m quite comatose — where I look like I have Happy Feet.

Not true.

If I had to guess, I’d say the feet were trying to find the exit.

The injuries don’t look very bad from out here…

The timeline. Day 0 (top three), at the local ER (at Samaritan) with dad & Daisy watching over, while the local Drs., EMTs, and Air Life wrapping me up for transport.

Honestly, the injuries don’t look bad at all—but I assure you the part you don’t see is internal.

I’ve no memory of the fall and contact and none of the following two weeks.

**Looking at the first photos, and the injury to my shoulder, I’d assume I took the the mass of the rest of my body from 12ft high onto concrete.**

Then three of the following several days at Sacred Heart (Spokane) where I remained pretty much unchanged and in ICU I’m told.

Sacred Heart hospital for ICU until I was where I remained for a week or so until I was off of life support — and out of the woods (and without a map). Though, I admit, after seeing some of the later footage, I’ve no memory of it and even less confidence in my state of conciseness.