Monday, February 04, 2008

Broke Clavicle Impedes Bead Catching

Broke my clavicle in a bizarre Mardi Gras accident after Endymion Saturday night. Without going into too many details, the break involved king cake, big beads, a pothole, and perhaps some Southern Comfort. Mostly I blame the federal government.
Note: typing with one hand sucks. Now we're off to more parades. I can still catch with my right hand and my mouth when need be.

11 comments:

Leigh C. said...

Oh, no! It's supposed to be a Mardi Gras concussion (i.e., bead smacking upside the head) this time of year, not a broken clavicle!

Fell better. R'fuah sh'leimah to you from me.

Ann said...

I'm sorry about the broken bone. Glad to see you have a sense of humor about it. I laughed out loud at the "mostly I blame..." conclusion.

Sue said...

I'm so proud of your proper use of osteological terms (clavicle vs collarbone). Now if we could just get you straight on the whole monkey/ape thing...

Hope it heals fast - painful bone to break. Have you notice how much less efficient a brachiator you are now ?? ;-) There goes your dream to appear on American Gladiators any time too soon...

Anonymous said...

Girl drinks are dangerous, I warned ya. Hope you're feeling better.

Ashley said...

Fargin federal gubmint.

My advice: drink heavily. And remember, I'm a doctor, doctor.

mominem said...

Still sounds like the set of Mousehunt II to m.

Take it easy and get well.

Anonymous said...

Carol told me not to post a smart-ass comment so I won't.

Anonymous said...

You are one fragile specimen.

Damn, I've been waiting years to say that!

I hope you didn't have a scooter accident on the way home from our party.

I want to know how the king cake factored in.

Heal up soon.

Anonymous said...

Mike,
That is not what I said, close but not exactly.

Sue said...

Got a laugh out loud here in South Bend ;-)

Anonymous said...

Southern Comfort is a "girl drink"? Yikes. I'm sorry 'bout your break, darlin'. Didn't seem to stop you much, though. :)