Somebody asked, if I was installing surveillance cameras, surely there was video of the event—no? I’ll see what I can find.
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… Continue reading
1st of January, thumbing through a woodworker magazine. Don’t be fooled—the lights are on but nobody’s home: or, put another way: I’ve no memory of that magazine or flipping its pages. In fact, my memory, I’m told, was only a few minutes long. They extubated me just a few days prior.
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 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… Continue reading The injuries don’t look very bad from out here…