Paul B
Hunter
By the great grace of the good God I am alive although right now the alternative would almost seem better. I decided to go the range Jan 2, and I was driving up the road I had to pass a slow moving dump truck. When I was in the next lane almost alongside him he turned right in front of me. I thought I was a dead man for sure. We collided and my very choice F150 is now total junk. I'm not a hell of a lot better. It took a large iron bar to pry the door open and I'm not ashamed to admit I screamed like a mad man when they pulled me out. At the moment of impact I thought I was surely a dead mad. First the air bags did not deploy. Thanks Mr. Ford. Also the seat belt did not lock up fast enough so I made a fast acquaintance with the steering wheel. Long story short the paramedics did what they could and off to Tucson to the hospital and the ER. CT scans, x-rays and an ultrasound and then up to a room. Turns out I have a fractured sternum and guys, that ain't fun. About noon Jan 3 they sent me home. I don't think I'll be doing much on the computer for a while although I'll try if I have a good day. The cops took my guns and my stepdaughter had to go get them. They didn't want let her have then so she called her lawyer. She has the guns and just has to bring them over to my place. I don't now what's so great about Percocet, it's not doing a damn thing. Just a heads up on why I may be scarce at times. The night of Jan 3 when I went to bed it hurt so bad I couldn't breathe. A bit better sitting up so I got dressed and back to the ER. Part of the problem was the Percocet. My body just didn't like that stuff and frankly, neither did I.
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