My husband, Neil, lacks patience. He does everything at top speed. During his career as a paper mill manager, he had to take a personality test. The result showed him to be an Amiable Driver, meaning he was a reliable, trustworthy go-getter—a take-charge type. These character traits served him well at work. As a physical therapy patient, not so much.
It all started early one morning, when I heard Neil calling my name. Unbeknownst to me, he had ventured outside to get kindling for our woodstove and slipped on a patch of black ice in our
