When Kenny stopped by I could tell he wasn’t feeling well. He was real pale. I asked him to get out and eat BBQ with us. He said he thought he’d better head back home. I offered to take him home since he wasn’t feeling well. He said as long as he took it slow and easy he thought he’d be fine.

A couple of hours later he texted me to come up to the Burnet Hospital and pick him up. I figured maybe he’d went up there to get checked out to see why he wasn’t feeling well.

I jerked on my clothes and headed out up there. I got Madeline to ride with me so she could drive his pickup back home for him.

Once we got him loaded up and headed out he told us what had happened. It goes like this;

He got almost home and he isn’t sure what happened but he missed the curve at the first low water crossing on Cow Creek Road. He wasn’t real clear about how that happened. I surmise that he may have had spell and kind of passed out. Anyway the next thing he knew his pickup was stalled out in the bottom of the creek with water flowing all around him.

He knew he had took a pretty good whack because his ribs were aching. He set there a few minutes getting his wits about him. The pain was pretty bad. He knew he wasn’t in any shape to try to walk out of there, and he felt sure he was far enough down the creek that no one would see him.

Out of despair and hurting he remembered a bottle of vodka that he had bought as a present for an old friend that he had stored in his tool box. So he got out and waded back there and retrieved the bottle of vodka. Then he returned to the comfort of his front seat of his pickup and took a couple of swigs of vodka to help numb the pain in his ribs. As time wore on he drank a little more of the vodka until the pain in his ribs was better and he was able to fall asleep.

The next thing he knew the law enforcement officer was there and an ambulance had been dispatched to the location. They loaded him up in that ambulance and hauled him to Burnet to be sure he was okay.

He was fine with that because he didn’t need to be walking around with a broken rib puncturing his internal organs.

After they checked him out is when he texted me to come get him. He is very thankful to all the fine folks that helped him out through this ordeal.

He is a lucky man that he was able to survive that and that he had that bottle of vodka back in his toolbox, to help deaden the pain.