Week 13: Recovery

I remember trying to climb down off the roof to meet my savior… then everything went black. Guess I fainted. Fell. Passed out. Whatever.

Mike is the guy from the semi. He’s fixing me up right, giving me food and water, got me some antibiotics for my infected scratch.

I have been in and out of it for the last day or two. Afraid I haven’t been much company to Mike. In my defense I think he has been giving me something for the pain as well. Looks like my leg is in a splint. I must have done something to it when I fell from the roof.

I barely have the energy to write this much down. Think I’ll go back to sleep. Before I do, I just wanted to commemorate my savior, Mike Grainger.