Well, I’m alive, anyway. I don’t like it when people run red lights and t-bone me at 65mph. After five days in the intensive care unit, two chest tubes, and five days in the hospital, I’m down to a broken pelvis, four or five broken ribs, and a broken collarbone. I made it home tonight, but it’ll still be at least a couple of weeks before I can get around easily. Hopefully, I’ll keep recovering amazingly quickly, and be back to normal soon.
I’ve been thinking, perhaps this experience has given you pause to consider the title of your blog? Perhaps you actually have “something” to live for?
In any case, it’s very good to see you are going to mend. You had a lot of us scared.
Home sweet home. So glad for your speedy recovery. Are you home at McComber Creek or home at Newport Beach with your parents?
I’m really glad to have made it even to the point where I can limp a few feet around at home. Thanks for your concern, guys, it means a lot.
Phil, I’m back at the apartment. (My parents’ house is on the second story).
Dave, the title of the blog is just that—the title of the blog. I’m really notorious for not updating. I do have something to live for, but I’m pretty sure it’s not this blog. ;)
Lots of people praying for you, bro. Most of BOLD and all of Undergrad Admissions (where Kevin moved) were lifting you up. Readers of my blog knew the story and prayed too. You’re famous!
Son, how is the tailbone, the shoulder and the pain level? Signed, A friend
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