Japheth
“The good news is, your brain looks fine.” Dr. Stein assured me.
I had opened my eyes to bright lights and a helluva headache while they were loading me into a CT scan. The doctor had asked me if I remembered what had happened, but I had only a momentary glimpse of an SUV coming at me. Next thing I knew, I was waking up to that elderly doctor leaning over me.
They had finally removed that god-awful brace from around my neck, once all the scans and x-rays had assured them that my spine was fine. “The bad news is you’ve got a broken ankle and a broken wrist.” He stuck the x-ray films up over a light to show me. “Now the ankle is not bad, just a slight crack right here,” he pointed to a spot with the cap of his pen. “It should heal up just fine, no surgery needed, as long a
