Happy Halloween!!
Remember…send me all of your unwanted candy corn. Can’t get enough candy corn. I think I will eat only half my stash this year and plant the other half in case next year’s crop comes in short.
I had a bit of a scare two days ago. I dislocated my right shoulder making a catch during a softball game. I needed to go to the hospital but had to wait until the end of the game for one of my team mates to transport me. No big deal. It was the bottom half of the last inning and we were way ahead of the other team.
Of course this was the time the other team decided to make a bit of a comeback. I don’t remember too much, being in agonizing pain and all, but it just seemed the other team keep getting hits. Maybe they were punishing me for robbing them of a couple of hits during the game and wanted to keep my shoulder dangling from the socket as long as possible. At one point, I considered doing some field surgery and just popping my shoulder back in myself a la Martin Riggs in Lethal Weapon 2.
But I was afraid of passing out from the pain and my team mates would think I died and harvest my organs on the black market.
Thankfully the game finally ended. So about 30 minutes after I dislocated my shoulder I was being medi-vaced to the hospital by our third baseman. The hospital took some x-rays, put me under and popped my shoulder back into place. My recollection of all this is vague since I was lost in a fog of agony but my team mate was kind enough to provide the narrative in an email the following day. I wish I was more lucid since this was only the second time I’ve ever been admitted to a hospital since the infamous castration incident.
I woke up shortly after my shoulder was fixed and went home with my arm in a cool new sympathy sling.
I’m hoping the sling will garner me higher tips at work. Or maybe a phone number or two.
