Casanova

Peter has been highly amused by my neck troubles. It really is not that bad, but my range of motion has been limited. Specifically, I can't look to the left. So Peter likes to come up behind me on the left side and try to hand things to me, just to make me turn my entire body to see him. Since he is amusing himself at my neck's expense, I thought I would amuse myself here at his expense.

This is a photo of Peter the Romantic Cow (taken at our Bachelor/Bachelorette party)

The only injury I have had in Japan that was traumatic enough to require a doctor was a concussion last summer. How did I get the concussion? Peter gave it to me while trying to be romantic. He was on duty at the hospital that night. I came by in the evening to have dinner with him and keep him company. He grabbed me and dipped me to kiss me... and dipped my head directly into the stone windowsill in his office. I spent most of the rest of the night laying on the floor of his office. Luckily, the ER was right down the hall. Admitting that my concussion came from a kiss was embarassing enough, but since both of us worked at the hospital at the time we were friends with the ER staff. By the next morning, the entire hospital knew about my concussion and Peter had aquired the nickname Casanova.