Just when you thought it was all over, here comes another chapter in the exciting life of Carl. As I sit here bleeding with an ice pack on my head and typing with one finger, I am searching for the best way to explain how I have come to be in this condition. I am in a great deal of pain but feel it is necessary to write this down as soon as possible as the details may become a little foggy by morning. Here goes!
   This afternoon I needed to go up in our attic. For what reason? I'm not sure now. As I pulled the attic door down the ladder became stuck but not for long. Just as I jerked on the door again the ladder fell from the sky and did not stop till it came to rest on my head. Now I have an idea of what it feels like to be struck by a bolt of lightening. I was like a deer caught in headlights. I saw it coming but could not move. I did move a little when the ladder struck me between the eyes. I saw stars and heard Elvis sing "Blue Suede Shoes". My knees buckled and I hit the floor like a sack of potatoes.
   Sandy was on the computer when she heard the crash and came running to ask if I was OK. When I started to speak in tongue and asked her who she was, she suspected that there might be a slight problem. There I lay on the floor with blood on my face. She said "Don't move!" and I thought to myself, " Where the hell do you think I'm going?". When I saw the blood on my hand, my first question was " How do I look?”  She told me that I looked like Frankenstein. That made me feel a little better.
   Now we must clean the wound and remove any wood chips. What is the best thing to do? I now know that it is not to pour rubbing alcohol on an open cut. Being struck by the ladder was like a walk in the park compared to the rubbing alcohol. I though my brain was on fire. Hopefully I will not need stitches, as the bleeding should stop within a few hours. I'm trying to freeze the blood with this ice pack. I will probably have a knot on my forehead the size of a Buick. So if you are on of the lucky people who get to see me before this heals at least you will be spared the long explanation. If I appear not to recognize you at first, please forgive me. I'll be easy to spot. Just look for the cross-eyed guy with a three-inch vertical gash on his forehead. So how was your day?

                                                                             Carl