Yesterday my wife Pat left a session of deep-tissue massage and was bashed by a bicyclist barreling along at (another cyclist estimated) ten to fifteen mph -- on the sidewalk. The therapist's husband was called -- he's an EMT -- and eventually seven deputy sheriffs and six EMTs were gathered round. The question was asked, "Do you want to be transported to the hospital?" was answered with my very firm "YES!"

I beat the ambulance there.

Contusions, bruises, minor skin scratches, a badly sprained left wrist...and a left-side subdural hematoma (spelled differently in the UK). Headaches, vomiting, and the last of the Big Three she does NOT want: seizures.

Cranial surgery is tomorrow. Prayers would be nice and if you don't pray waft healing thoughts her way if you get a chance. 5 to 14 days postop in the horsespittle and a could of months layed up laying about.

This blows our plans to attend a family reunion and our nephew's wedding.

Gracias a ustedes.