AGodthing's Blog

I mused about the recent blog entry regarding the sled wipeout. It reminded me about one of my recoveries. I was working at a radio station in Colorado. We get used to the timing of things; perhaps a little too used to it. The network news was on, so I used it as an opportunity to make time with the receptionist, across the reception area from the control room. (This was before I met my wife. Really.)

There I was, thoroughly involved with being cool, when I hear "...And that's the news..." I start off running from the reception desk, down the hall and around the automation side. By the time I reach the sound lock at the control room, I'm running at full speed, and I would have made it if it weren't for the steel-reinforced inside corner of the sound lock. It was only a very slight miscalculation, but my forehead hit the corner with such force you could hear it upstairs-- in the General Manager's office.

Recovery?  Of course. In spite of searing pain and large amounts of blood, I managed to open the mike, and with my usual cheery voice say "Today's forecast calls for..." It was only later that I realized I had a concussion.

The things we do for the love of the job.

I've been away for a while. What's goin' on, bloggies?