NP: Glenn Scheper's got time to post... little posts

[Glenn Scheper]

A person nodding off failed to hold his lane, his pickup(?) doing pegged speedo(?) by hill bottom, demolished my trunkspace and raised my 80 surely over 100 MPH about 4 AM Monday on the 14 SB near Sand Canyon(?).
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>I bounced to the right, and bounced to the left, having time for the passionless insight that I was about to die. That's okay--all do. I think the air bag deployed at that wall. It demolished half the engine space, and broke my brake foot, and some ribs on both sides. I remember no more of the ride, but ended up parked on the right, and was able to climb out, to lay out but not to get up. Now I know how a carrom feels.
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>The scary parts were hearing the FD and private ambulance arguing over using a board or not, and later,
>seeing, before learning, how huge a bubble is tolerable in the IV. The hospital is such a discursive space: management taking place in the open air, in the ears of all. Hey, I am tapping with two fingers now!
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>It took three tries to start the CAT scan; I quipped they should have bought the warantee. Comedy lobe works.
>But the sonograph they used to view my heart was portable with a delightful GUI--a good toy!
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>Last night the orthopedic surgeon fixed my foot with "allogenic" filler, which I happen to recognize means
>the bones of dead people, and they say I have a tiny pneumothorax (pulling away) on one lung, and small
>contusion (bruise) on the other lung, but in two days I am already pulling myself around with the bedrails.
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>I asked the nurse the "weightless" question, "When do you think I can return to work?
>No answer. I asked "One month...Less...More?" She said I'd need to go to therapy first.
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>But I had prophetic insights that clearly foreshadow this work, so I am assured and I am joyful!
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