Scrambled Leggs is a raucous romp through the hospital system taken by moi, the author, under protest, (not that anyone volunteers to be jabbed and jostled before 6a.m.). From misdiagnosis to MRIs this is my tell-all fictionalized (so don't sue me the hospital already got all my money)memoir. If you've got a terminal illness, have had a serious injury, accident, act of war, or the gout this book may just give you all the endorphins you need to laugh out loud. Because you are not your condition, you are you. Yes, the shell may be cracked, but I'm still a good egg. (Ok, that may be my next bumper sticker right over the handicapped license plate.) My journey began on a ski slope. Turns out being paralyzed at a ski resort on a Holiday week-end is poor planning. Dang, if only calamity and drama would abide by my Day Planner. But, no Within days I was subjected to various ambulance rides, a Medivac plane ride (apparently you do NOT have to keep your seat upright or tray table up when you drop 15K ) and wheeled around enough halls to need my tires rotated.