Until I met a man who had no feet
Roger Simon returns to writing, and explains why he was away.
Q: Where have you been? It’s been months.
A: I decided that while anyone can write about health care from the outside, it takes a real journalist to explore it from the inside.
A: So I had my legs cut off.
Q: That’s not funny!
A: You’re telling me. You want to know what’s funny about losing your legs?
A: They’re always in the last place you look.
Q: I can’t tell if you are making this up. How did you lose your legs?
A: Would you believe a sky-diving accident?
A: How about a snowboarding pileup?
A: How about I got an infection and it led to blood poisoning?
Q: That, I believe.
A: The doctors had to cut off my right leg below the knee and almost all of my left foot. After a long stint in intensive care, then seven weeks at the National Rehabilitation Hospital in Washington, I am now in a wheelchair. But I can’t wait to get back on my own two — artificial — feet again.
Q: What will those be like?
A: I am hoping they will be like Iron Man, and I will be able to fly and kick over buildings.
Good to see Simon back on his… um, yeah.