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Tue, Nov. 8th, 2005, 11:57 am
Right Hand-A-Rama

Somehow, I believe I have managed to break a carpal or two. Leading me to reflect upon previous encounters with broken bones:

1 -- I was standing on a swing, when the school bell rang. My foot reached down to the pavement, and then something happened. Maybe there was a knot in the swing's chain that suddenly righted itself, or someone gave the swing a push -- all I recall is the horrible snapping that sounded from my ankle as my body did a 180, and my foot remain glued, in place, to the asphalt.
Ended up limping home in shock. Only to be further shocked when my father felt no medical attention was required. For the next ten hours I watched my ankle form into a blackened purple melon while he tiraded on about how whiny I was for not "walking it off".
Then my mother came home.
Horrified at the sight of it, she asked what the doctors had said about my ankle. My father then explained, in his high-handed manner, that "only sprains swell". Causing my mother to decree the following, "You are going to take her to the doctor -- and you're going to HOPE it's not broken, or so help me, yours will be when you return."
No one can quite put a man in his place like an irrate mother.

2 -- Index and ring finger broken, middle finger severely stubbed.
Apparently, I'm not very good at making friends on a basketball team.
The entirety of the team encircled me. Someone said something snotty... so I said a whole hell of a lot of snotty things back. Then someone threw a basketball at me as hard as they could. In that split second, I thought it'd be too cool if I made a crisp catch. Turns out, I'm not very adept at catching basketballs, either.
The scene boiled to me knocking the pitcher to the ground and kicking her (well, I couldn't make a fist). Her friend ran at me from behind, and I swung a knuckle sandwich in her direction. The fact that I hadn't gotten my glasses yet enters in here, because I was aiming for her nose, but connected with her throat.
I cannot even begin to repeat for you the godawful sounds a person makes when knuckled in the throat.

So.. my hand might hurt, but at least there's less drama.

Mon, Nov. 14th, 2005 06:01 pm (UTC)
bedlam_bliss

Like you post enough (or even say hi enough, come to that) to nitpick about spelling.