Life with mommy is and will always be interesting to say the least. Please forgive me for everything I did, do, and will do that will leave your head spinning in confusion and/or frustration. Just remember mommy's brain had a glitch, however, those bumps in the road of life led to some great laughs....
Showing posts with label Bad Things. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bad Things. Show all posts
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Don't Break A Leg...
Ok...if you need to at least try for a mid to proximal fibula break. Apparently, this is the million dollar break such as the million dollar wound. And we all know, I was dying to win the lottery. So in the midst of admiring my goal (a mental snapshot of the ball hitting the net) the 6 ft, 200 + lb goalie finished his slide-tackle by bull- dozing my right leg. In 3 weeks, my fancy custom made black cast will be removed. ***************************************************************************** Just think, June 3, 2008 I was so thankful that it was not my leg that had a broken tibia and fibula. Don't break a leg! A widely known phrase for good luck on broadway but definitely not good to use before adult soccer games especially co-ed soccer games. If I had made the opposite decision a half second earlier it could of been my left leg. Instead it was Patti's poor leg. I had enough experience to know when a guy is going for the offensive rocket shot on goal or the defensive rocket clear out. My foot/ankle has unfortunately been in the wrong place at the wrong time more than once. One incidence was a guy shooting on goal during an indoor game. His kick left a 3 1/2 inch diameter bruise that took over a year to heal. I thought for sure it was fractured at the time. In November of the following year, you could still see the discoloration. Needless to say there was also a calcium build-up on the bone that remained for 2 years. Another incidence involved a guy clearing out a ball. My ankle was about a 1/4 inch from the ball. So as he kicked the ball....the ball hit my ankle....and my ankle popped. Thank goodness the pop was ligament related and not bone breaking related. I will take a sprained ankle any day compared to a broken leg. All this brought me to 6/3/08...at that moment, a decision of whether to block the shot or not was quickly made. I thought about the possible outcome and his actual chance to score (small goal for a 6 vs 6 game). At that moment, I decided not to plant my foot in front of the ball. I was going to let him have his chance. BUT as he took the shot Patti planted her foot there to block it. I had no idea she was back on defense right behind me. It resulted in an instant break of the right leg (tibia and fibula). A break that doctors associate with car crashes. To spare you nasty details lets just say after Kelli and I got her to the hospital it was realized that she needed surgery. BTW, for complicated reasons her health insurance had expired 2 days prior...when it rains it pours... Thankfully her friends stepped up and we all made a generous donation towards her surgery.
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