Count Your Blessings

I was on call last night when I got paged by my parents, probably sometime around 11pm. I recoganized their home phone numbers, obviously, and was instantly concerned. Why would my parents be paging me at 11pm when they knew I was on-call? It was either good news or bad...

Unfortunately, it was news of the bad variety. But it could have been a lot worse.

My dad was on a bicycle ride with one of his fellows and some old demented woman who probably shouldn't have been driving in the first place hit him with her car dead on. He was thrown from his bike and although he fortunately did not suffer any damage to his spine or hip, he did end up breaking his left knee, 5 ribs, and bled about a liter and a half of blood into his right calf which had to be drained. He was taken to surgery and fortunately has done well so far--in fact, he was even able to stand up on his own this morning, with the help of some high-quality pain medications. He's going to be out of commission for awhile, since he can't bear weight on his left leg for awhile and also can't use crutches because of the broken ribs.

Get well soon, Dad!