I'll Have Some Ribs

Embarassed, I replied to the 10th person the 20th time, "I jumped onto Scotty in the pool. You see, I said, 'Hey Scotty catch me!' and launched full into the pool from some 10 feet away.  It was a big jump but Scotty didn't understand and so he duck and turned for protection and my chest folded across his shoulder."

"So, do you think that was the cause of the injury?" the Bay City Medical personnel asked.

"Pretty sure.  After I hit him with my  chest it hurt, I rolled over into the water and couldn't breathe."

"So what happened next?" "Well, Scotty grabbed me because he thought I was dead and he tried to give me mouth to mouth but I stuck my tongue out at him while Jordan laughed."

"So this is the result of you jumping on top of this Scotty?"  "Pretty sure."  "Do you think that is smart for a man your age?"

So my afternoon unfolded with the very kind, very patient, very helpful Emerald Coast Urgent Care and Bay City Medical Center.  It has been 5 days since I wrote and 4 days since the accident.  Why did I wait?  Because I was certain I wasn't going to die until last night when for night 3 I could not breathe when I lay down.  I am at summer camp with Northwest Students teaching my heart out to 40 something really great kids and finally decided today that I better get this checked.  It just isn't normal to cry when you try to get out of bed.

All is well and I learned that X-Rays are now digital (see picture) and that I have lungs and stuff inside of me.  I also learned that I have now cracked ribs.  Their objective is to relieve the pain so that I will breathe and not get pnuemonia.  The leaders here are relieved to know nothing worse was wrong and I am just a bit high.

I was reminded today that doctors are good and I don't ever want to do drugs. That may seem inconsequential to those of you who grew up just perfect but for me it is so real.  I love that my life is still so different so many years after it wasn't different.  I love that I want to be able to surrender control to the Holy Spirit and only to the Holy Spirit.  I love that with God I am in control of my body and I don't ever want that to change again.

Who would admit such things on the internet?  A guy who wants the world to know that in great surrender is found great freedom and in great freedom is found great control.  By the way, the world needs to know that life at 47 is greater when you are still dive bombing Scotty, hanging Acid Drops on a fake skateboard and climbing 5.11s.