Wonderland or Not

Evi­dence of the fra­gi­lity of my bones came years soo­ner than pre­dic­ted by my brother when, after being tram­pled by someone’s large child in the par­king lot of the local ski resort on Satur­day, I fell and frac­tu­red my right wrist, or dis­tal radius as those in the know call it. So much for taking the day off from work and study to enjoy the more than pre­dic­ted snowfall.

I fell on both hands, but the wrists see­med alright directly after the fall. About an hour later I rea­li­zed something was wrong with my one wrist. I sta­yed a cou­ple hours any­way, but on the way home I had to stop at the ER. For­tu­na­tely they now have a “you are not sick just slightly bro­ken” sec­tion for peo­ple with minor inju­ries, and those peo­ple (of which I was one) get out soo­ner, or we are sup­po­sed to. It was 4 hours and that is con­si­de­red a short stay. I had a clo­sed reduc­tion and appli­ca­tion of a soft cast/splint. I am sup­po­sed to wear an arm sling for a cou­ple of says to keep the swe­lling down. I see the ortho­pe­dic sur­geon again on Tues­day mor­ning. He will either hard cast it or not. I am ban­king on him lea­ving it, or put­ting a new soft cast on it. It doesn’t feel bad right now.

I know frac­tu­ring a wrist in the par­king lot of a ski resort doesn’t make me Shaun White, but it was a good title. I’m not sure why they are making such a big thing about his chin injury, it really isn’t that big a deal con­si­de­ring what often hap­pens on those boards.

I just got an email from one of my aunts, the one who went fun­die many years ago. She has a win­ter home in Flo­rida and is currently atten­ding semi­nars in Miami on adop­ting Hai­tian chil­dren while sen­ding emails to the family on the pro­gress of the semi­nars. I think their church is like some space ship that goes around suc­king in chil­dren from all over the world. I will have to see how this goes before I pass judg­ment on this situation.

Con­gra­tu­la­tions to Serena for win­ning the Aus­tra­lian Open. You go girl.

A favo­rite wee­kend para­graph from blog­ger PIPS.

Any­way, did you see that Bal­ti­more thing, with Obama vs. 140 Douche­bags? Mother­fuc­ker is gooood. These peo­ple spend their days calling him a Ken­yan terro­rist Com­mu­nist Mus­lim abor­tion loving per­vert, but when he comes over, they push each other to get his autograph.

peace