nevermind...

And even type two handed as I write this.
lol

SOOOOOO glad you are back!!!

) Talked to Doug, hung up, called 911, someone came down the hill and took the phone and talked to 911 for me. Told me to lay still. He was saying I had a compound fracture of the tib-and fib. Mentioned multiple ribs and a Flail chest, and a busted collarbone. So, after a few minutes the party started and I heard chainsaws cutting crap down so they could get me out, put me on a backboard, loaded me into the basket and 6-8 guys carried me out. The entire time, all I could do was breath and moan when I breathed out. I apologized for moaning so much but they all said they understood. They also took out the scissors and cut off everything I was wearing, my nice jeans and everything. Guess that is what I get for moaning like a baby. BTW, not a scratch on any clothing or my helmet, save the face shield, which has a scratch or crack in it.
Turns out I had the compound breaks of the tib and fib on the right leg, broken right collar bone (multiple pieces), fractures ribs 2-10 in the posterior right side, and 2-8 of the front right side.
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