Hi everyone,

 Well, this past week has been a real experience.  I guess if this were to have happened, I couldn’t have been in a much better place.  I am recovering well, but, my head hurts.  The doctors that patched me up said there are close to 100 stitches in my face.  When all this happened, it had been raining and we were just to go inside the Rehab Clinic.  Right now I go to Physical Therapy twice a week.  When this happened, one moment I was standing at the door and the next, I don’t remember.  After I was in the ambulance I heard about a few things that had happened.  One of the last things I remember at the Clinic while in the back of the ambulance, one of the techs made the comment that we wouldn’t go to Baylor Garland, the closest hospital, we were going to Baylor downtown Dallas because they had a trauma center.  Until then I didn’t realize I had been hurt as bad as they must have thought.  The last thing I remember before the doors of the ambulance closed was a familiar voice said “Jerry, you are going to be OK.  Everything will be OK”, then the doors closed.  Peggy and Wendy were already in the front of the ambulance, and somebody else had been taking care of me. 

 Today, a few days later I look back on a real experience.  The trip to the hospital in the ambulance took a long time.  For those of you who don’t know, there is no easy way to get from Rowlett to downtown Dallas.  All of this started at about 1:00 pm on Tuesday May 27, 2008.  I spent most of the day in the emergency room waiting for Dental surgeons.  Part of their job is working on faces.  For those of you, who don’t know, my service dog, Wendy, stayed with me in the emergency room.  She and Peggy rode in the front of the ambulance, even though I didn’t realize they were there.  After the ER came the ICU for the first of the next day.  I guess I was easy to take care of, because I couldn’t move.  Then was a private room on the 16^th floor.  From there I was discharged to go home on Thursday, May 29, 2008.  Peggy thought it was too soon to come home. 

 I have had many visitors.  I didn’t know that there were that many people that cared.  Last evening, my physical therapist, Wendy (same name as my service dog) came to see me.  I guess from our conversation and what happened we agreed that I probably had a TIA that started all this.  She thinks I had already passed out before I hit the ground.  There are no consequences of having a TIA, but it is an indication that something may happen in the future.  In the next few weeks I am sure we will explore the possibilities that need to happen.  Meanwhile my face needs to heal.  The doctors said that my cheekbone below my left eye was fractured in several places.  It seems to be in the correct place, so I just have to be careful while that knits back. 

 
There are many little things that have happened that I keep finding out about.  But, looking back I guess we were just in good hands.  We went to church and Sunday school on Sunday.  I just couldn’t see staying home, because my face had been hurt.  Everyone was really surprised to see me. 

 Jerry