Just Call Me "Gimpy"

Speaking of near-death-experiences, as long as we're on the subject, I experienced a doozy of a situation almost two weeks ago. Let's just say that it left me with injuries that require my right wrist be bound in an immobilizer, and a scar on my right knee that looks like the shape of the state of Connecticut. Or like Trinidad, Tobago, or like the Pilsbury doughboy with rigor mortis. The following is an excerpt from an email that I sent to a friend in Israel, in which I described to her my accident: -------------------------------------------- From: Colin Sent: Thu 9/22/2005 3:42 PM To: Kathryn Subject: email update from Colin Dear Katy, Shalom. My semester has been anything but dull, especially this past week. First, I should tell you that I brought my Oxygen King Cruiser scooter with me this year (something that has proven to be both very cool and useful since the repaving of the dorm driveway). Last Sunday on my way to working my lunch shift in the caf, I was substituting speed for punctuality. I was riding my scooter down the hill between Slight and Dixon dorms, approaching the walkway between the pool and Hotchkiss Hall. As I tucked into the turn, that's when it happened -- I began to skid sideways! I wiped out on the asphalt, receiving a "blackburn" on my right knee and bending my right hand backwards. Thank the Lord that He made me left-handed! I still went to work and evening service @ Grace Com. Church. On Monday, I went to see the nurse at the health center. She took one look at my knee and promptly sent me to the local Kaiser hospital. The doctor gave me an imobilizer for my wrist, examined my knee and told me that my "blackburn" qualified as a second-degree burn (I distinctly remember in her exact words that my "wound was weeping." Apparently, there is a line between bleeding and weeping that I had crossed over.) The cherry on the sundae for my Monday was when the nurse at the hospital browsed through my medical charts and exclaimed that it had been