I was walking to my airplane last Friday in Phl to go to San Juan. As I approched my gate I hit a puddle of juice spilled on the floor and fell straight down on my right knee and shattered the knee cap. Actually, it broke in two. The sound of the cracking of the bone is something I won't ever forget. They took me to the ER and I was in surgery that afternoon.
It's kind of scary to be in a hospital in a city where you know absolutely no one. I spent the weekend in the hospital and they flew me home to San Diego on Monday. 4 to 6 weeks before I can spread my wings again. I'm going to be climbing the walls. It looks like my plans to attend a few gay prides around the country this summer ain't going to happen.
The wierdest thing was another Flight Crew member I was flying with had passed the spill about a half hour earliar and had told someone about it but they never cleaned it up. When they carted me off to the hospital an hour later, believe it or not, it was still there. I guess I'll be on JUB quite a bit the next month since I can't really do anything.
It's kind of scary to be in a hospital in a city where you know absolutely no one. I spent the weekend in the hospital and they flew me home to San Diego on Monday. 4 to 6 weeks before I can spread my wings again. I'm going to be climbing the walls. It looks like my plans to attend a few gay prides around the country this summer ain't going to happen.
The wierdest thing was another Flight Crew member I was flying with had passed the spill about a half hour earliar and had told someone about it but they never cleaned it up. When they carted me off to the hospital an hour later, believe it or not, it was still there. I guess I'll be on JUB quite a bit the next month since I can't really do anything.




What a crappy thing to happen...