So I mentioned that my brother had one of those accidents that seems silly when you have to tell it later. Falling off a golf-cart just seems a little laughable.
I talked to him last night for nearly an hour while he was driving a vehicle for work a long distance. It was late and he was trying to stay awake. Not because of concussion though, the flight surgeon already cleared him on that one thank goodness. It was good old-fashioned 'talk to me and keep my mind going so I don't fall asleep at the wheel' stuff.
So no concussion, no scrambled brains - he was just stressed. He'd been trying to buy a townhouse and the lender he was working with was most unhelpful towards the end. He kept telling them he had a military trip coming up, and needed to close on the date they specified, and no later. And so go the best laid plans. Waiting on others is not something our family does well. Finally, several hours later than promised (which may not seem to be that big a deal unless you have to leave for an extended period immediately following) he closed. YAY! Congrats little bro! I'm so proud. When can I come visit?
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