I read broadly. I’m well educated. I travel well. I watch the occasional documentary. I feel like I have a decent vocabulary. So it doesn’t happen every day anymore, but yesterday I learned a new word. The doctor taught it to me.

This was after the surgery. The Yankee did great. She has strong bones. The surgeon, who does hundreds of these a year, was complimentary of the patient and the quality of her injury. She blew her collarbone into five pieces. And he showed me the X-ray where they put most of it back together.

I asked about the rest. Do you take those fragments out?

No, he said. The bits are so small there’s nothing left.

The impact of her crash ground the bone into something little more than dust particles.

In addition to that, and the two broken ribs, we also learned she fractured her shoulder blade.

This is what happens when a cyclist riding at about 25 miles per hour is cut off and forced to crash by the driver of a red pickup truck.

Be kind to cyclists. And wear a helmet.