There was a time several years back when I very nearly lost all the fingers on my left hand after a Kenworth fell off a jack while I was trying to fix it in the field. Only by the grace of God did I come out of that one with nothing more than severe bruising, by all rights I should have lost every digit if not the whole hand. Still to this day, I can't explain why I didn't, other than a genuine miracle. But, while I was home recovering, I was on a pretty hefty dose of oxy, and I began to write. It turned out that writing came easily from that place/headspace. So yeah, writing did cross my mind, but so far there have been too many distractions for me to come up with anything "meaningful"...but I suspect that this recovery is going to require more time than the last one, and thus, I may have lots of opportunities to put words on paper that mean something to me.