I'm sorry you said what?

It's the phone call you never want to get. The middle of the night "is this Mrs. De Voe" call. The call that comes an hour after they are suppose to be home. The "your husband has been in a serious accident and you need to get to the hospital" call. So you make sure kids are taken care of, call your best friend to drive to some hospital you have never heard of and then find your way to the emergency department only to be told you want the trauma department. When did they add that? Finally you figure out where you are suppose to go and you proceed to wait and pace for three hours. You were told that the doctors are working on him and it will be awhile. WHAT!! What kind of news is that? When you finally do see him after 3 hours he is all jokes and funnies. While I begin to load the darts into my eyes and shoot them across the room. This is not a time for jokes, I have been up all night pacing a hospital floor. Some have asked to see pictures, well this is a family blog and I don't think it appropriate to post those. If you really want to see them you will need to submit a written request in triplicate and we will get back to you just as soon as we can. I believe it is enough to say that Dan was very blessed to walk away with the few injuries he has. He is a walking (ok, hobbling) miracle. God kept him in His hand. However, not being able to do any work until he is cleared may prove to be fatal. Just sayn'. For your information, when you scalp yourself, you lose feeling on your head. Makes sense right, but Dan keeps checking. Nope still can't feel that. Well duh, you scalped yourself.