My wife went back to work at the hospital this weekend for the first time since my stay there. She saw one of the surgical crew saw her tonight and the girl asked her, "did cleve get that hawk?". Jenny was bewildered by the question and asked her what she was talkin about. Apparently when I was waking up after surgery my drug clouded mind became convinced that a hawk had caused the wound I had, which was the incision and that hawk was going to Jenny and my duaghter. They tried to explain to me what was going on and I replied, "somebody get me my damn bow and my huntin arras with the broadheads so I can kill that damn thing before it gets my family". I guess the hunt is always on your mind to some degree LOL. I got a laugh maybe ya'll will to.