Cursed

    It’s been quite a week at work. Last Monday night I got word that Jeremy had broken his ankle in a basketball game. He’ll be out for two weeks. Jeremy has already had a few sports related injuries since I’ve known him. As our coworker Reid puts it:

Baseball bat to eye socket: 1
Puck to eye: 1
Ankle broken playing basketball: 1

Jeremy had to drive himself to the hospital, relying on cruise control. He was able to write us when he got home.

My wife is handling this a lot worse than I am.
I currently have a cast on. It will be there for 4-6 weeks. On the plus side, they didn’t have to insert any screws, plates or metal of any kind. The bone on you[r] ankle that sticks out a bit has ligaments attached to it. Mine does not any more. On either side of the ankle. And just to show off, the ligaments pulled bone chips away when they went.
And just to clarify, this f***ing hurts.
Not bat-to-the-eye hurt, but still…

Explaining how it happened, he wrote:

We jumped up for a rebound. Kind of bumped, no big deal. (and yes, I had the rebound). I landed a little of[f] balance and he came straight down on the outside of my foot to push the ankle inwards. I heard a pop. He heard a pop. I felt a crack. I knew it was bad.

The following day Jeremy’s cast was changed from a fiberglass one to a more comfortable “cam boot”. (There’s been no word yet on whether Tom DeLay will need to call a special session of Congress to supersede the decision.)
    Last night it was Reid’s turn to have an ailment. He reported he was having problems with his eye. It was bloodshot and, reportedly, it hurt him to blink. His friends thought he had pink eye but he wasn’t sure. Since we’re down a man he had to show up today. I guess he almost got into an accident on the way. He took off early to see a doctor, and he provided this report in the evening:

he said there was a large gouge in my eye, but gave me some drops for the pain and it should heal in a couple days
I should probably stop exfoliating my corneas with pebbles
[…]
I seriously think it was caused by a frosted mini-wheat. It happened when I was eating a bowl and I think I bit down on one and a sharp wheat fiber went into my eye. Fucking mini-wheats.

Evidently one of the cabinets in the equipment room must be an Egyptian sarcophagus which we were not allowed to open. Or else one of us came into possession of the Hope Diamond without our knowledge. How else to explain one man becoming a cripple and another being attacked and blinded by his own breakfast cereal, all in the span of one week.
    Then again, maybe it’s all because I switched from pMachine to Expression Engine! That happened a week ago!
    Whatever it is, when I’m the healthiest person in the workplace something is definitely wrong.