Before I start, just know that I'm typing with one hand. At my birthday party I fell and fractured a thumb/wrist bone. This just goes to show my 110% dedication to this blog. With that being said, I'll probably be typing like this for the next 3-4 weeks, worst case scenario. Wish me luck.
As you can probably gather from my one hand-ed typing skills, my birthday party was yesterday. After a night of more stress than necessary for a party, we got to Encanto Park to set up our crap. Mine and Simon's band, Street Clothed, played for a little bit, but due to practice, or a lack thereof, we sucked. I was extremely frustrated by our inability to have that "click" that bands need, so after a couple songs we just stopped. By that time, about 20 people had shown up, so I decided to mingle and try to start an actual party. The first hour or so of the party showed little life, and I was getting sort of scared that no one was having any remote fun. But being the teenagers that we were, we found ways (i.e. watching geese have sex, making Mason vomit after chugging 2 liters of fruit punch, etc.)
We started a game of football that I was definitely not excited for, and ended after 3 touchdowns by each time. Thank god.
At around 4:00 PM, two of my best friends Willow and Quetzalli (nicknamed Q-Tip) showed up after a weekend of camping in the middle of nowhere. I was happy to see them, even if they only caught the tail end of the party. We ate a couple cupcakes, and I took a little bit of frosting off the top of Willow's. She then proceeded to shove the cupcake right in my face. I got up with another cupcake and went running after her. When we got onto the concrete though, I slipped and fell right on my left wrist, and the right side of my head. It was pretty funny until the pain started to kick in. I sat down, put it in scathing cold water, and let it sit. The pain did progressively get worse so my mom finally caved and took me to the hospital. We waited for a little bit, and finally admitted me in.
One of the nurses took my vitals and gave me some ice. I was talking to my mom at this point and said, "Mom, it's broken. It's more broken than the average American marriage." Another nurse came and pronounced my name Ho-Sway. I kind of knew how this night was going to go. They wheel-chaired me over for X-Rays (I still ask myself why), and I got my stuff done. The last one was particularly painful because they had to spread my hand open right where the bone was fractured. I was wheeled back, and we waited for another 1/2 an hour or so. They confirmed the fracture, and gave me some Motrin. When the nurse asked her if I was Josef, I said no. She looked a little concerned for a second, and then I said I was joking and she started laughing. I'm a sick man.
The two main nurses who had been helping us the most put on my splint and sling, giving me instructions on how to handle it. My mom decided to be the paparazzi for the night and was taking pictures like crazy. Even the nurses were into it and threw up peace signs for the camera. It was honestly like an episode of Scrubs. We left about 3 hours later tired and in pain. I realize now that everything is harder to do with a broken bone. Everything.
All in all, it was a good birthday and I thank everyone who was there. It means a lot to me.
On another note, I finally saw the film 127 Hours. Starring James Franco, the film follows Aron Ralston and the 5 days that preceded him cutting off his own arm after it was trapped in between a boulder. I was scared to see this movie, not because of the graphic amputation scene, but because I thought it might not be as great as people thought it would be. All I can say is, James Franco does an excellent job portraying Aron and I thought that the film overall is extremely well done and inspiring. Everyone, man, woman, and child needs to see this film.
That's all I've got for now. I'll have pics of the party and the splint up soon on facebook.
No comments:
Post a Comment