Week 2 of my recovery from surgery, required visit number 2 to the surgeon so he could check on the status of my recovery from his handiwork.
He was impressed with how much movement I had in my arm.
As he checked the wound to decide if the staples would be coming out or not he made a point to fill my wife and I in on how close I was to not being around at all.
The injury came within 4-5 millimeters of one of the main arteries.
The width of the band on this ring is approximately 5 millimeters.
4 millimeters deeper and I would of had zero chance of making it to the hospital or otherwise.
Once again, he stated that someone was looking out for me.
Before he left, he said I was healing well….
And that I should be treated to champagne for still being alive.
“You hear that, honey??? He said I should get champagne….and he’s a Doctor…..so he must be right!”
I did get about 15 staples removed. Which leaves about 35 or so to go.
As far as the champagne goes, I plan on staying sober until I die…..not until I almost die.
I was treated to the champagne of fountain drinks though.
It’s Dr. Pepper…just what the Dr. ordered.
Life sometimes takes scary turns.
Be grateful for every moment.