Saturday afternoon I fell and broke my hip. Less than 24 hours later in a chain of events I still can’t believe I now have a new replacement hip. Long story and as I lay here in this hospital bed with tubes and compression leggings, and a catheter stuck to me, I will pass on telling it right now. Suffice to say that it has to do with being an old fart and a determination that my hip of 65 years wasn’t worth repairing. Another lesson in humility you might say.
Thanks to all my well wishers, friends and visitors. You helped make a bad time a little better. Hopefully I will be outta here soon and we can tip one to my new hip.