The irony of my December 27, 2006 post "Crash and Burn," is both deep and painful. Only a few days after posting it, I was involved in a rather severe automobile accident on the M25 outside of London. I only vaguely recollect what happened. I woke in the hospital and I've only been well enough to type for a day or so. I am still facing at least an extended hospital stay and perhaps another surgery. I'm not sure yet if that will be in the UK or the United States. What does it say about me that one of the first things I typed when finally well enough to was an entry on Going Private? Is that more disturbing, or that my first thought after coming to was that my best suit was ruined?
Thanks to those readers who have already sent well wishes. Pray tell, how did you find out? Though I've managed to have someone type some email replies that I dictated (this is both laborious and time consuming) I regret I cannot answer them all. It frightens me that news of my real-life incapacitation managed to get to Going Private readers somehow. I have no idea where the connection between readership and my "real life" managed to form, outside of the kind nurse who took dictation for me. Perhaps there's an anonymous "in the know" type out there who doesn't want me to know that they know. Stranger and stranger. Slightly creepy.
I knew I shouldn't have gone to London.
