Good grief, Max!!

Last time I was in a hospital was a little over five years ago. I was transferring to my wheelchair, the wheelchair slid sideways, and I wound up on the floor. It all happened in the blink of an eye, as such things have the nasty habit of doing. Broke my left femur real good. My souvenir from about four weeks in a hospital (part of that was physical therapy) is a titanium rod in my left leg, held in place with three screws in the knee and one just below the hip. Like your Emily, Barbara kept me going during the darker moments. . . .

I don't like hospitals! Thank God they're there, but lets try to stay out of 'em, okay!

One thing about it:   with all the iron-mongery we've had installed, we can really give them wall-eyed fits when we go through airport security!

Don Firth