The handle bar of the snowmobile fractured his ribs.
Nice guy. Mid-60s. Talkative and generous in his remarks.
It occurred yesterday. He thought it would heal by itself.
Didn’t want to bother us. But now he was a little breathless.
His lung was punctured. His skin was full of air. It crackled and popped as I rubbed the betadine on his chest in preparation for the procedure….
He doesn’t post much, but when he does, it’s usually good.
Please check it out, and if you like it, leave him a comment you came from here, and thank him for getting me into blogging…
