Verily, my cup runneth over

...with gratitude for the outpouring of concern, offers to help, and positive vibes sent my way. 

I can't ever claim to be speechless-if you know, you know-but will often try to change topic away from my needs, I'm deeply uncomfortable being needy. I'm deeply touched and unless you want to send me into a crying jag, let me drop my feels here instead of having to keep exposing my fragile heart from it's sarcasm and cynicism reinforced shielding.

I'll start with a few of the occupants of room 304, Krankenhaus-Zams. I was in that room for more than half of February, arriving on January 28th and only leaving February 16th. In that time there were no fewer than a dozen other patients cycled through and I'd do a shitty job of trying to single each out (and I probably shouldn't for privacy sake). We took turns comforting each other on "bad days", encouraging each other on "good days", and commiserating over our pain. In all, we had many fractured ribs, legs, and backs. We laughed painfully together, and sympathized around shared stories in broken English, German, machine translated Danish, Swedish, Romanian, and Slovakian. We put up with each other's groans, snoring, and bathroom habits, while granting each other sufficient space to heal. 

I've been far from lonely during my stay in the hospital, with visitors making their way from Zürich, Aichach, Stuttgart, and Torino. Care packages from USA, Germany, Switzerland, The Netherlands and Italy found their way to me and kept my hospital stay enriched with variety. 

I struggle to keep up with the messages of concern, worry, care, and positivity coming from relatives, colleagues, former colleagues, classmates, and far flung additions to my wildly distributed circle of friends. I apologize if I've failed to acknowledge each of you; you are seen. It's been very "whelming", nearly overly so. 

The staff of Krankenhaus St. Vinzenz in Zams have been outstanding. Apparently, if I was to choose a place for Trauma Surgery and Sports Traumatology, this portion of Tyrol, Austria is the place to be. The surgical team, anesthesiologists, and nursing staff have been tip-top; professional, patient, and kind. 

Finally, despite my earlier post's lamentations, the Insurance company underwriting the corporate travel insurance really came through. Sure there was a rough start, but once communication channels were established my entire misadventure and resulting care are being taken care of, right down to my extended convalescence in a hotel just around the corner from the hospital where I need to wait out the time required to assure that my pneumothorax and hemothorax conditions following my flail chest (I think my 15 broken ribs qualify) doesn't lead to a collapsed lung in flight 🛫. 

I hope that everyone, who has extended their hopes and positive vibes for my well being and healing, recognize my gratitude for their individual contributions here. As I wrote above, it's been overwhelming and frankly surprising how many people have reached out with their thoughts and care. I'm deeply touched 🥲.

Regular programming should resume in a few weeks, so I'll apologize in advance for being "more than a little bit of a dick" soon. 

Eternally grateful and hopelessly indebted, Kam.