He had posted on his Facebook page a couple hours later that he felt like Bob Marley. His cousin, Claire, was quick to correct that maybe he was thinking of Jacob Marley. In his somewhat dazed state, he had combined Bob Cratchit and Jacob Marley to form a completely different person. Ya, man!
His recovery has been miraculous. I checked on him this morning and he was fine. He's had some ibuprofen and takes an antibiotic, but nothing more than that. Here he is this afternoon. There's minor swelling but you don't see it unless he smiles. (Disregard the flower petals coming out of his head. I just had him stand in front of my closet door which has a two or three year old Mother's Day picture from Griffin taped to it.)
I hope it's this easy for everyone else!