I can't remember exactly where I am, in the weblog, in life. The problem occurred a week ago Tuesday, 13 days ago, more or less. Mary was going out to eat lunch with a friend at Cracker Barrel who had stopped by to pick her up. When the friend pulled up to pick her up, I was in the garage, about to go down the driveway to get the empty recycling bins and our garbage can. I raised the garage door to go out to talk with our friend. Apparently she was brushing something off the seat of her Cadillac and didn't see me at her window.
I was just starting down the driveway when Mary materialized on the other side of the car. I mentioned that our friend apparently hadn't seen me and thus continued down the driveway, wishing her a good lunch. I was about halfway down the driveway when I felt the metal bumper touch my side. The next thing I knew I was face down on the cement staring at the pool of blood I was lying in. Either the ladies saw me and were trying to do me in, or they didn't see me and the rear motion detector wasn't working either. Since they stopped the car and didn't continue running over me, I assume the later. In any case it was and still is a painful experience.
With the help of a man who was going by, they got me up and took me to the emergency room where I spent the rest of the afternoon, being X-rayed and MRIed and attended to by a group of kind Valkyries, who at least were not carrying me off anywhere, yet. The doctor was kind, said there were no broken bones, though there may be a fracture or two, nose and arm. Later tests revealed that there is a fracture of some sort in the left arm. I am always pleased when they discover such things as it tends to justify the pain somewhat.
I keep wondering where they thought I might have gone, until they hit me, and found out, but I try not to think about that too much.
Actually, as I think back about that momentary contact with the moving vehicle, I decided that is what being touched by an angel must really feel like. The power was immense; apparently I flew for a bit and then landed on the concrete. And with that said, I shall close this notice down, try to find the right picture, and then go to bed.
The image was sideways, but it is now turned and I think, centered, and thus provides some sense of the way I looked a week or so ago. Ouch! Now I also have some idea of why the Turkey Vulures have been congregating around and over our house.
May you never be hit by a car or touched by an angel on a mission.