Walking With Bob

Rehab a little dip in the roller coaster

Last week I had a big fall while walking briskly. I have no idea how I got up, took a selfie, and drove home. I do remember Ann on the phone with the 911 operator as the firemen came in the back door. That is the start of three days of miracles, answered prayers, and fantastic care in the hands of the Number One Trauma Unit in Texas.

I was in l La La land from the time the firemen put me in the hands of the EMT, arriving in the emergency room, and then to the care of the trauma intensive care unit. I do remember telling the emergency room doctor I felt Ok and I was training to defend my title as winner of my division in the Brookshire’s Fresh 5, so check me out so I can go home.

I got the first jolt from the fantastic trauma doctor. “No, no, no, no to training for a 5K. You got busted ribs and a punctured lung. I don’t want to put in a tube, and maybe it will fill up on its own. Breath into this thing as often as you can.” I like docs who put things in words an athlete understands. The medical language is scary. Closed fracture of multiple ribs of left side. Pneumothorax on left.

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