|Kleiner Blaupfeil in the Nonnenhorn harbor|
|Two Folkeboote, the type we sailed, on Lake Constance|
|Sabine and Kleiner Blaupfeil's captain, Bernd, after Saturday's excursion|
|Harbor master Fritz and Bernd discuss the following day's weather|
|The calm before the storm|
|Post accident, hurting|
|In Tettnang hospital, one day later|
It all worked.
Last night I met Prof. Maurer, a dynamic, laser-focused individual whom I liked immediately—and he obviously like me, too. Even after his long day he took more than half an hour at my bedside, talking not only about the surgery but my life in the US, differences in health care systems, challenges for hospitals and his profession, etc. It was as if we had known each other for years. Just now, while writing his post, one of his team members, Dr. Bartels, has once again come by to go with me over the surgery, possible problems, long-term issues, and the like. And then we started talking about cycling and triathlons, exchanging ideas and philosophies. Goodness me, I am being treated by humans and not robots. I couldn't ask for more.
|Sabine preparing our hospital picnic—la dolce vita, almost|
This is not a good situation, but then, accidents never are. I see the glass as half full, and I am optimistic. As you can tell from some of the photos, Sabine and I are trying to make the best out of the hand that we have been dealt. Things could have been better, but they could have been so much worse.
|A Room With a View, and butterflies—my hospital room in Ravensburg|