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The next few weeks at the hospital were tedious and painful. The MRI showed I had two fractured cervical vertebrae. About one more centimeter and I would be dead or paraplegic. Thank you, Snazzy.In addition to that, I had three ruptured lumbar vertebrae and several broken ribs. The ruptured vertebrae required surgery.
Days dragged into weeks. I had the surgery. I had a halo installed on my head to hold me steady while my neck healed. I had therapy with a charming hunk. I didn’t know if he was gay or not but I pretended his touch lingered. Nice way to build an old man’s ego. Andy and Brad came to visit regularly and kept me abreast of the happenings at home. Meg and Sean, Cathy and Scott and the grandkids were up every chance they had. Mike and John and Pete and Angie all called regularly. I had assured them there was no need for a special trip to see me. Fat lot of good that did. They came in on two occasions to be sure I was progressing well.