Vacation-Post Script

It's been a week since my train wreck on Snow Ridge in upstate New York and I have been finding "new" injuries each morning.

After the fall, I took inventory on all the old injuries I have suffered. I took note of old stuff because when I stopped suddenly after doing the face/shoulder plant, my feet were pointed in a different direction than my head.

My neck, shoulders, back, ribs, and knees seemed to be OK. I have dislocated, broken, cracked, strained each of the fore mentioned body parts in the past, some several times but they all seemed fine.

I was not until I tried to move my thumbs, and left ankle did I discover all was not right. So having too much fun, I put aside going to see a health care professional until at least my return from vacation if I even need to go. How bad can it be right?

By Tuesday morning the swelling in my right thumb had not gone down, but the left ankle felt fine. So to satisfy Stacy I was OK, I went to Ft. Campbell to get an X-Ray.

X-Ray was negative, the doctor on duty said I did a great job of resetting my thumb since it was obvious that I had totally dislocated it. He put me in a sling and something that looked like a white gauze bulb on my thumb and told me to eat Motrin and not move it for six weeks.

Once Stacy saw the ridiculous thing on my thumb it was off to Wally World to set a real splint.

I have to stay in this thing for six weeks.

Wednesday, I drove to Chattanooga and back on business. That was fun.

Thursday, I worked from home when I notice a huge bruise under my left toe nail that was not there before, and my ankle starts to bother me again.

Friday, my ankle is more tender and the swelling in my hand has gone down some, the thumb is still big and just as painful.

This morning, my ankle turned blue. I guess this is sign of old age and having fun.

Again, I would do nothing different this past weekend.

My administrative assistant, Marsha pointed out that I have now experienced two Olympic venues. Lake Placid and the kayak run on the Ocoee River. I told her that I did the river run in a boat not a kayak.

She must have seen the million candle powered light bulb go off in my head. Because I started smiling and planning, and she said, "Oh, no your not!"

Next summer, kayaking the upper and lower Ocoee. Yea baby!

Stacy has been watching too much National Geographic Television.

She says my thumb splint looks like something the bushmen of Africa would wear.