January 16, 2009

Picked a fight with the concrete...

Guess who is always gonna come out on top in such a battle? Here's a hint: Not me.

When I'm out and about on my bicycle, I travel the same route to get out of my neighborhood almost every time. Today was no different. I was riding up my hill, past the school... Hey look those kids are fighting! Oh, no. Only playing. Down a little more. Alright, up on the sidewalk. Wave to the security guy that I pass on a weekly basis. I glance away while I am doing this, giving me just enough time to miscalculate the distance between my right shoulder and this goddamn telephone pole.WHAM!

Normally when I wreck my bike, I swear a lot(!), then I get up and assess the damage to myself, brush myself off a bit, and hobble off to whatever destination I had planned. I usually get terrible road rash, or pick a rock out of my knee or something. Not so, this time. This time it took me all of three seconds to figure out that...well... my wrist looked strange, and my hand seemed to be whispering to me like a dying sidekick in a B western,"Krotpong,tell me about all the fun stuff we used to do back when we were kiiids..." and it just trailed off. All I know is that I'm not swearing, I'm speechless. I am, in fact, somewhat horrified because I immediately know how the rest of my day is going to go. Badly.

The nice security guard asked me if I was ok. I said something witty like "I think I just broke my fucking wrist." Then I got back on my bike and rode back home, where I called my awesome wife at work and had her take me to the emergency room, in 5:00 traffic. It was fantastic.


The way they put your wrist back in its place is pretty Medieval, from what I have been told. I thankfully have no recollection of this, as I was in some weird drug induced state somewhere between awake and in a coma. Ah, modern medicine!

Today's audio bit is Puget Power #3, a wonderful 7 inch. The tracklist is as follows:
Calamity Jane - Shark
Rancid Vat - Breakin' Bones
Mudhoney - Bush Pusherman
Night Kings - Black Fluid

19 comments:

Mr. Krotpong said...

AwesomeJoolie took the pictures of my floppy wrist.Thanks!

Spacebeer said...

Ow. and Ew. And they really use chains? And Chinese handcuffs? Medicine just blows my mind...

Anonymous said...

I hope this won't be the end to your waving practices, because security guards are people too. Sort of.

Colleen said...

oh my god! owwwwwww!

um...post your xrays when you get them.

St. Murse said...

Oh that just sucks. And yes countertraction is very old school, but it remains a classic! Hooray for conscious sedation. How come everybody gets banged up when I'm not in town to assist?

Spacebeer said...

I am glad to have learned the word countertraction. Thanks St. Murse!

mybloodyself said...

Ow! Looks like a torture device. I'm glad you're ok!

Anonymous said...

Yikes! Poor you. My dentist recommended one vicodin and a margarita for pain control. Hope you're pain-free soon.

Josh Krauter said...

I can't add much besides "Ouch!" and "You need booze!," but I'm impressed that you told your injury story so entertainingly and still managed to post some music.

Anonymous said...

holy crap! that had to hurt! i wondered where joolie disappeared to last night at work. i hope you heal quickly and with minimal pain.

-jennifer

Anonymous said...

Bummer, man!

Don't let those doctors under-medicate you.

jlowe said...

That looks horrible, and I bet it hurt worse. But at least you got to wear a stylin' hospital gown!
Heal fast, homie.

Anonymous said...

Yeeoowch! Silver lining: you're not dead, hell, you're still blogging! If this had happened to me I would have just laid down next to the bike, asked the security guard to give my love to Rose, and waited to die.

amanda said...

i kind of wish i had finger traps at home now. also, i want to see your xrays so i can see the breaky badness from the inside out!

hope you are feeling tip top soon!

Mr. Krotpong said...

Thanks, everybody! You guys are the best! XO

Warwick said...

This was just a warning. Someone needs to start living right. You can join me for church on Sunday morning. Even the lord loves cripples.

Roone said...

Hey ButtPlug. How's the wrist?

The bar is ordering you Colbert wriststrong bracelets right now as I type.

Unknown said...

Eric... Holy CRAP! I hope they are giving you some good meds.

StyleSpy said...

Agog with horror. Agog, I tell you.

Wow. No wonder you sounded like that on the phone.

Let me know if you need anything, seriously.


Again I say: Agog.