My Night in Purgatory
The evening started pleasantly enough, as my wife and I strolled some two miles out to Navy Pier. It was hot and humid though, and I was likely dehydrated as we approached the main building. As journalists like to say, "for reasons that remain unclear," I turned too quickly into what appeared to be an open space. It was, in fact, a giant plate glass window. I bumped smack into the thick glass, driving my glasses into the bridge of my nose, and managed to shed quite a bit of blood from a skin wound. My quick-thinking wife guided me to a nearby bench and summoned help. Within an instant, I was surrounded by caregivers. Next thing I know, I am being whisked to the ED at a nearby teaching hospital.