Nice write-up. I could feel your pain...
The part about loved-ones doing crazy things to get to the hospital certainly hit home. Growing up, my grandmother would load up the stationwagon and take all the cousins up to her place in southern Oklahoma, turn us loose, and pray we didn't kill ourselves. Well, she must have missed a prayer one morning because my brother and cousin were out shooting frogs with pellet guns when my cousin didn't follow the rules. He loaded a pellet into the chamber and then started pumping up the air. Of course on the 3rd pump the rifle fired. The pellet struck my brother in his lower left back and lodged between his kidney and large intestine.
Being so far out in the country (Ft Towson, OK in late 60's), there wasn't a hospital nearby to handle a gunshot wound so he was transported all the way to Paris, Tx. My parents were contacted and Dad got behind the wheel of the family pickup with Mom in tow. Somewhere in the 40 miles from their house to Paris he threw a rod on that old Chevy. Good news was that the pellet was in a safe location so it was not removed and my brother carries it in his back to this day.
Glad to hear you're on the mend. Thanks for the great read.