Goodbye Staples. Hello Weight.

It’s been 29 days since my accident in Tica Tica, Bolivia. 26 days since my surgery in Newport Beach, California. I’m moving around on the crutches more easily. I’m off the narcotics and have switched to Advil. My leg still stiffens up at night. I wake. Stretch and flex the bugger. Then have a hard […]

Hospital Daze & Nights.

I tried to get as much sleep as possible that first night in the hospital. It’d been a long journey to get here — three and a half days to be exact. But I’d spend the next three and a half in that hospital bed. I gave the nursing staff and my doctor a scare […]

Where’s Doc?

I’m getting tired of sleeping, pain killers and doing nothing. Some say I should relish in my down time. I’d like to spice it up. I’m coming along. The nights are the hardest. Between pain medicine wearing off and my leg immobile for hours while I sleep, I wake up stiff and in pain. A […]

Two Weeks.

Had my first doctor’s appointment today; a week and a half after surgery. He carefully unraveled the gauze around the splint his team put on me in the operating room while revealing some nasty blood stains that caused me to turn away from the view of my own appendage. I don’t like blood. I don’t […]

From Admitting To Surgery In Four Easy Screws.

Glorious ocean view private room and the sunset taken from my hospital bed. Hoag Hospital sits on the bluffs in Newport Beach overlooking the Pacific Ocean. In the north end of this Southern California playground that has captured the country’s attention through the silly TV program “The O.C.”, the hospital is the tallest structure around. […]

Goodbye Bolivia (for now) Three Flights Back To Los Angeles.

When I woke up from the anesthesia I was back in my hospital room with my roommates. A crowd of visitors had gathered by the elderly man in the corner diagonally from me. Last night my moans of pain didn’t bother him as he muttered and spoke in his sleep. But he didn’t speak Spanish. […]

Waiting & Waiting For The Bolivian Operating Room.

I wake up to the sound of water splashing on the floor of my hospital room. A squatty lady in a smock holding a bucket of water hanging on her arm flicks water over the floor with her other hand. She leaves and quickly returns with a mop which she pushes through the room, under […]

From Tica Tica To Potosi. Waiting For Help.

In a state somewhere between awake and sleep three hours had passed. The rain, thunder and lightning added dramatic effect to my sprawled body with my left leg in a cardboard box splint as I laid in the Tica Tica medical clinic. Still no ambulance. In a town with one telephone, one restaurant and no […]

The Ride of the Trip & The Unexpected Change of Course.

What can you say about the unexpected? Sometimes such events bring joy. Other times pain. The unexpected. Whether good or bad, smart or stupid, ugly or beautiful or even happy or sad, unexpected events evoke undeniable emotion. Today, little did I know that after embarking on a early start under blue skies and bidding Potisi […]

Mining & Minting In Potosi.

I’m getting tired of the rain. I know just a days ride away is perhaps the driest place on the planet – the Atacama Desert in Chile. Though I imagine the scenery will be much like northern Peru – flat, uninteresting and fast. But to the south volcanoes, salt flats, flamingoes, hot springs await for […]