It’s now 52 days since I broke my tibia and began my medical journey. Numerous doctors, surgeons, hospital staff, rehab staff, my friends, you, my correspondents, my daughter Miranda, and above all, my wife Maureen, have kept me from descending into madness, for which I am sincerely thankful. I was discharged from MGH today and am writing this from home. I was previously discharged to rehab, but it turned out that somewhere along the line I’d picked up a nasty variant of e-coli. That meant sending me back to MGH for diagnosis and selection of the right antibiotic: Bactrim.  My right leg is in a rigid brace that prevents it from bending; I’ll have it on for several more weeks. And hey, although I’ll admit to being a fair-weather fan, with both US and England still in the World Cup, it’s not the worst thing to have some spare time.