Them’s The Breaks

Tomorrow evening, for the first time in some 30 years, I am going to see my college roommate.

Okay, not really my roommate…my suite mate [waiting patiently while everyone snickers about how ‘suite’ sounds like ‘sweet’].  My roommate and I in one room, KC in the attached single room of the suite.  We were college buddies, though not (obviously, if I’m seeing him for the first time in 30 years) best of friends.

KC tracked me down (how, I’m not sure, but my warning lights are lit up) and invited me to his relatively nearby Mom’s house one of the days he was visiting her.  That day is tomorrow.  I’ll meet his family and, of course, catch up with him.

One event from back then will be a certain topic of discussion.

Being stupid rambunctious college boys, we would often rough house when we were avoiding taking a break from our studying.  We often had impromptu wrestling matches… the real kind with college dormitory rules, not the television kind – –

loving hugs, i'm sure

One night, KC came charging into our room and interrupted our pretending to diligent studying.  I was closest to the room to his door, so I was the first target.

Now, KC outweighed me by some 30 to 40 pounds* back then.  He soon had the better of me and had me pinned to the floor.  I was face down with him applying his significant weight on me to try and get me to say, “Uncle!”

But, I was not one to give up so easily.  While KC was bracing himself with his feet and weight to prevent my escape, I used the leverage of my arms to push up and over.  Yeah, I used to be a strong kid.

Well…it worked.  Too well.  As I lifted up and over, KC went up and over as well.  Except his foot did not.

Now, remember all those extra pounds?  They provide a lot of pressure and torque that bones don’t usually handle well.


KC yelled out in pain and lay there writhing (“I WIN!!”).  Then I noticed that, while his leg was straight, his foot was cockeyed the wrong way.

I was a boy scout.  I took their first aid training.  I remember them saying, “In the event of a broken limb, do not attempt to move that limb until it is stabilized.”

Me?  I said to myself, “That doesn’t look right.  Here, let me fix it.”


A nice radial fracture just above the ankle.

And I get to see him again tomorrow.

And his Mom is feeding me dinner.

I think I need a ‘food taster’.


*That’d be 14 to 18 kg.  Or 2 to 3 stone.  Or 20 to 25 Japanese kinn.  or…. okay, I’m done.

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8 Responses to “Them’s The Breaks”

  1. Sally Says:

    You’re so gonna wake up in a bathtub full of ice missing a kidney or something. Have fun!!!!

  2. Mitzi G Burger Says:

    Ouch. Take a really, really nice bottle of wine.

  3. daisyfae Says:

    bring a baseball bat. just in case he wants to have a pick up game. yeah. that’s it…

  4. Stephanie of Stopbouncing Says:

    I look forward to seeing you on the news!

  5. hisqueen Says:

    Now…me being a smartass and all…I would be on crutches when you get there and tell you all about the numerous surgeries I’ve had to have since then.
    Don’t be silly and ruin Daisy’s Greece trip just because she needs to come to your funeral.
    Head up..eyes open at all times..

  6. kyknoord Says:

    Just don’t put your foot in it.

  7. thegnukid Says:

    sally – my kidneys and liver are so wrecked by alcohol that i’m not sure anyone would want them.

    mitzi – beer… the bottle is sealed by a metal cap. not a cork that a hypodermic needle could be slipped in. (paranoid? me?)

    daisyfae – yeah….’just in case’…

    stephanie – thanks for having my back…[smirk]

    hisqueen – damn! great advice. no, Daisyfae’s trip is not ruined.

    kyknoord – [chuckle] me? do i ‘ever’ put my foot in it? wait, don’t answer that…

  8. S. Le Says:

    Ewww…! It’s a wonder you never found a horses head in your bed!

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