We love Cole.
We loved and winced at the stories of faceplants and broken bones from naked mapping, sidewalk walking, dog walking, cat assaination attempts and any number of other things. We love that Cole is making a good and honest go at the entire adulting thing.
It’s been a while since we’ve heard a classic Cole injury story. The worst that has happened was the car in the cow field and that was not even his fault. Damn it Cole, I drafted this as the kids were getting ready for bed and you have to fall through the floor….
In last night’s post John makes a very smart observation about his proclivity to self-injury:
This is more excitement in one day than I usually have in six months barring personal injuries, which, I’ve noticed, come less frequently now that I am sober.
This makes sense. Alcohol does two things that leads to injuries. It massively distorts our judgement and risk assessment ability and it wrecks our coordination. Dumb ideas seem smart and simple physical feats become Olympian Gold medal floor routines with high degrees of difficulty after too many.
So how the hell am I going to tie this into health insurance and health economics? Easy — this is a great launching point for a discussion on interaction factors for risk adjustment as well as the tail chasing nature of risk score maximization.