If you’ve been following along over the past few weeks, you know I broke my back (T12) getting out of my pickup to get gas. In a nutshell, I didn’t notice the cement pad where the fuel island is located was covered in black ice. (See “Down Goes Simmons,” The Borderland Press, May 1.) As I wrote last week’s column, more than two months had passed, and I had yet to see a specialist. Dr....