Of course, after I had been riding for a couple of months, I started getting a little too confident. I often enjoy riding along the Mississippi river from Mud Island down to the Memphis-Arkansas bridge.  Going approximately 20-25 mph downhill around a blind curve, there was a patch of unlevel concrete I hit while turning. The concrete grabbed my front tire, turning it completely perpendicular and catapulting me over the handlebars. Don’t worry the bike was okay and I was wearing a helmet. However, the brunt of the fall was absorbed on outstretched hands. I immediately knew I had done more damage than just a sprain.  It was a painful 2 mile return the house at a snails pace.

Fast-forward 7 weeks, four of which were spent in a thumb spica cast, and things are 90% back to normal and I’m back in the O.R. doing what I love. The ironic part is that approximately 6 hours prior to the accident, one of the attending surgeons gave a grand rounds on finances and talked about the importance of disability insurance. I still haven’t gotten back on the saddle yet, but probably will soon. The ‘ol Cannondale is hanging in the garage waiting to get back on the trails.

Every year I say I’m not going to put up Christmas lights, but inevitably, I succumb to temptation and think, “I’ll just put up a few.”  This snowballs into putting a few more up until I end up buying more Christmas lights than I had the year before. The kid in me just loves Christmas lights. 

Last month the Mississippi River and large parts of Tennessee were hit with flooding. Both of these pictures were take from roughly the same spot.

As you can tell this is a disproportionate amount of blogs this weekend, so don’t expect anything new for another six months.