A Fate Worse than Death or Tomato

i would hear about young doods dying in motorcycle accident and think, man, that is the pits.

then i started working in ICU, and found the patients that ended up like veggies, or paralyzed.

so, okay, i had to revise my things-worse-than-dead scale. if you are a young dood, and don't die, but end up like a tomato, that would have to be the worst.

wrong again, boyo. looks like more revision is needed on aisle scale'o'bad things.

so. classic formula, alcohol + motorcycle use = no bueno. fine, we've been over that road before on this blog. but, a new twist. no paralysis, no vegetative state, but what we DO have is a return to a 3-4 year old level.

oh my.......

can you imagine? you're running along in life, minding your business, have four (FOUR!) great kids, beautiful wife, then BOOM! now you're a five year old. or, worseness, you're the spouse, and now your hubs is a five year old. yikes. i can not imagine. i feel so bad for this family.

so, scale 'o'bad things, revised;

married to a dead guy, you're a widow. okay, that's pretty bad.

married to a tomato, eventually you may pull the plug. i used to think this was the worst.

but,

married to a 5 year old? how can he be a dad? or a husband? how do you stay married to that? this had gotta be the worst.

i may never ride again.