Illness Endured

“Reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.”

The quote from the great Mark Twain. He was told a newspaper had printed a story on his death. The best I could do is an unconfirmed report of my illness on the front page locally..

I’m so very happy to be in a studio today on the Hill, east of Fairfield. I won’t bore you with all the details of last week for me, but I can tell you it had a profound impact on me.

My infected foot was bombarded by heavy duty antibiotics in creating a three day stretch where I consistently popped 103-plus fevers. The misery was profound. You can’t have pleasant dreams with such a fever. Rather, you obcess on the people who you knew who didn’t survive such a blood infection. You fret you won’t get to ever hunt again. My wife was there every minute…a rock throughout.

It was a very difficult week.

The good part of this story is the problem was immediately recognized and handled by Dr. Patrick Molt. What an incredible blessing to this community he is…

I was released on Sunday knowing my NFL placekicking dream was over and I might never get the invitation to Dance with the Stars.

I am most grateful for Dave Land and Ken Otey filling in for me. Humbled by the respect shown during my interaction with all of the employees at Fairfield Memorial Hospital. I would not have received this level of care in St. Louis.

So, I’m easing back in. And hope to get to speed by the end of the week.

If Carol allows.