The other day I was minding my own business and craving a nice bowl of tomato bisque from one of the local establishments by the office and decided to stroll down there rather than take the drive. This restaurant is really only about a half a mile away, but little did I know that there was much danger to avoid. While crossing in the crosswalk, a man in a SUV decided to make a left-hand turn without looking to see if there were any passerby's obstructing his march to Wendy's. Unfortunately, I was there to check if his bumper was clean. I didn't know if it was in my job description, but I did try and avoid any more responsibilities than I could afford at the time. I was blindsided in the back, and ended up on the hood of a mustang. Fortunately, the generous man did get out of the car and asked if I was "ok". Hindsight is 20/20 when telling him that I was and hearing the screeching wheels as he pulled away. White, early model 2000(or so) Ford Explorers are a bit hard to find, apparently. After a quick field check-up, I knew exactly what was wrong with me, and went in for a quick x-ray to make sure that my lungs were in stable condition. I didn't have the time to stick around and chit chat with the Dr. on call, so I made an appointment to speak with him later after work (fine... call me a dork for going back to work). Honestly, I had a few big deals on the line that day, and I couldn't let them go. Diagnosis? I've got two broken ribs with a 4-6 week healing time and slim to nothing on the SUV. I showed my new E-Dr. my old charts and he renigged on his earlier diagnosis and told me that there could be a full recovery within 2-3 weeks. GOT MILK?