Remember, Dear Reader, four years ago almost to the day, when I found it was hard to drive a stick shift with a broken foot?
Or last month, when I found it a bit troublesome to drive and view 3D movies (with the glasses) (and not at the same time) with a head injury?
(yes, that is, in fact, my brain - note the X in the center and the smirk)
And remember, Dear Reader, how I was in total denial and wouldn't go to the doctor for these injuries until I was shamed into it by my co-workers?
No? Well, trust me, it happened.
Oh, yeah, and also, remember how my boss told me "NO MORE SKATING!" after said head injury?
Turns out, it's much harder to drive a stick shift with a splint UP TO YOUR HOO HOO than with one up to your knee. That is the lesson I learned today. That, and Tango Stops are hard (get ready for some flare and finesse - AND PAIN!).
I also learned that when you have the fancy insurance (which I got after the "you have an HMO and your primary care doctor is AWOL so we won't give you a cast for your BROKEN FUCKING FOOT" fiasco of '02)? They'll give you copies of any old X-Ray or imaging, other you want. Sweeeeeeeet.
As soon as the vicodin kicks in, you will see that X-Ray, Dear Reader. As soon as it... kicks... in...!
ice cream has lots of calcium, right?