Kickball Cheerleader/Score Keeper

Well the kickball season started again. This time with out me. Well... with out me playing in the field. But I am play right bench for the team "Brickell Slap and Tickle", our division is FL Fuego.

And yes I said kickball. It is WAKA (World Adult Kickball Assoc.). There are divisions literally all over the world. So check out the site and see if there is one near you or if you have enough people you can probably start your own. I have told people many times about kickball I've been talking about it and people say "errr... wait. Kickball?? You mean like...", "Yes just like in the third grade with the big red ball." The look on most people's face is great every time because you can see it just brings back their childhood memories of playing on the playground.

My team was saddened to hear last month that I would not be returning with my all-star like kicking an running abilities. But really the league is all about meeting people and just having a great time. So I figured I had met so many people I couldn't just not show up. I had to show my support for my team either by being the cheerleader or the beer bitch or something.

So I showed up on Sunday for the first game. The best part was the field was still locked and many people were either climbing the fence or walking ALL the way around. Neither was going to work for me. Luckily Miami Parks Dept. showed up to let us gimps and people that decided not to walk or climb in.

Well the game wasn't very successful to our team. We ended up playing the champions from the previous season. I'll leave it at it wasn't a complete shut out. I was the score keeper. Apparently I hit my head when I broke my ankle because for some reason I missed an entire inning and all I had to drink was about 1/4 cup of the punch. The odd thing is I had the correct score but I guess I just doubled up in one column or something. But good thing somebody else was paying attention.

There are some teams or some people here and there that take the game seriously, too seriously sometimes. There are other divisions like the Grove that are a bit more serious then ours. Obviously nobody wants to lose but really it's about having fun and meeting people. I do plan on registering for the next season probably this spring. I'll be back.

Vacation to Jersey

So I guess it has been a little bit since I've posted. Sorry if you feel neglected. Between work and
vacation I've kept pretty busy. I know I know... You're thinking "Vacation?!? He's hardly even working why does he get vacation" Well basically I figured since I'm not working I should just take one.

So on July 4th I went to a BBQ at the Boss's house. Got asked the same questions about a dozen times about the leg. But we had good food and went to some pretty craptastic fire works in South Miami. Probably some of the worst ones I've ever seen.

The next day I flew to Jersey. This was a bit interesting. I typically travel with a backpack and a small duffel but I don't think this would work too well with crutches. But I was able to get everything I needed in one backpack. I don't know how exactly but.... I did. I ended up driving to the airport and crutched to the ticket counter to ask for a wheelchair. So this wasn't a bad gig. They wheeled me right to the front of the line put my bag and crutches on the x-ray machine (I should have had them put me through so I could see my post op x-ray pictures) and wheeled me to the pat down area. I think the guy owes me a drink or something, geesh. But it was sure nice to skip the line. Also first on the plane too bad I wasn't in first class but bulkhead seat will do.

The weekend was good. Got to see the rents, hang out with Rachel and Marc, and my grandmother was also in town. Oh and we can't forget the puppy Jayda. Rachel, Marc and I went to the movies a couple times. We saw Ratatouille and Live Free or Die Hard again and saw Transformers. All of them are totally awesome movies!!! If you haven't see them yet you must!

I also got primped and pampered. Well.. sorta. I got my hair cut, a massage and my eye brows waxed. So yes... now I have two eye brows. And I do still happen to go home to get my hair cut. I just haven't found a place here in Miami that cuts my hair the way I like. I've tried a couple times but it just doesn't work out. So all in all the weekend was pretty good. Got to see pretty much everybody and hang out and pretty much do nothing. It was kinda nice.

The return trip wasn't too much different then going there. Except for the fact we pushed back from the gate on time and taxied out to the runway at which point we just sat there. You know it isn't a good thing when captain comes on and says he's shutting the engines off because we are going to be a while. So after about 2 hours of trying to find a new flight path around the storms we were cleared. Finally! So basically we spent 6 hours on a plane instead of 3.

The one bad thing about going home was I miss my first kickball game. Not that I am signed up to play but I figured I could be a good cheerleader or something like that. But my team won!! Congrats Brickell Slap and Tickle!

Well this week has been pretty busy. With our only tech quitting on Friday and starting on Monday it's just going to be my boss and me things have been a bit nutty. I've spent quite a bit of time working on some engineering work but also making as much stuff is completed prior to him leaving. So yeah.. next week will be interesting to say the least. Yeah.. I'll let you know.

Not too much to report on the ankle. I definitely have a lot more flexibility and the bruising has gone down considerably. So we'll see what the doc has to say in a couple weeks.

Met with the specialist

What a day. Percocet has kept me pretty much entertained. If I wasn't sleeping then I was trying to work on this blog. I did do a little work today. I got a bit of a nasty gram from a customer on Monday. Something about the storm shutters not working right. So my tech in the field (who was laid off until I broke my leg) and I worked over IM to troubleshoot an issue that was caused by somebody else.

Anywho, my mom was supposed to come down this weekend. We were gunna hang around, go to the movies and maybe do a bit of shopping. But because of recent events she decided to come a bit earlier. So she came at about 2:30 today. It was essentially a changing of the guards, Jacqueline left at my mom was tagged in.

We made our way to the orthopedic surgeon. He is supposed to be one of the best in S. Florida. He took a look at the x-rays I showed you in the other post. His prognosis was not very good. Here is the summary:

• I broke my fibula (the small bone in the lower leg). Although the doc isn't too worried about it.
  
• I pretty much fucked up 2 of the three major ligaments of the ankle. The ligament that basically holds the tib/fib bones together just over the smooth ball at the top of the ankle is pretty much ripped up. Hence in the xrays you see the tibia shifted over 1". Also the ligament along the back of the ankle.
• Surgery will be Monday. After surgery I will be in a splint until the wounds heal and then they can put a cast on.
  
• I would not be able to put any weight on it for about 3 months. After which I would start PT.
  
• So basically in about 6-9 months from now I will be at full-ish recovery. And then maybe longer until I could ride or play kickball again.
  

WONDERFUL eh?

First Post - The hurtness

Well this is my first ever blog. Never really done this before. But I figure it would be fun to share my life with you for the next couple months. Why you ask would you be interested in my life for the next couple months.... Well if you know me, you know I love to do extreme sports like rock climbing, mountain biking, snowboarding and the sorts. Although not an extreme sport but kickball should also be listed. Yesterday, a day like any other, Bob (from Kickball) and I decided to move our Tuesday night urban ride to Monday. Cause Tuesday was to be the Pairs Hilton Goes to Jail theme party.

So the ride begins. Again, it was like any other. We started heading towards the Grove to check out the sights. Plus there were some stairs and gaps I wanted to jump. The ride was really going well, felt great on the bike and all. Turned back toward home, we are about 5 min into the ride back. Decided to manual off a curb and I guess I pulled back a little too much. I tried to hit the breaks to catch me.... too late. So I put my left foot down to brace myself.

SNAP!!! (I knew something is not good at this point)

I looked down and saw my left ankle turned 90 degrees to the outside. Bob looked back and asked if I was alright.

Me, "no, I just broke my ankle." As I crawled military style back to the curb.
He totally thought I was joking until he saw me crawling and then saw my foot. He asks, "What do you want me to do?"
Very simply I responded with, "uhhh... call 911"

A whole bunch of strangers stopped and asked if I was alright. I think most people thought I was hit by a car. So thank you to everybody that stopped to see if I was ok. So the ambulance shows up and they started their thing, ABCs, prepping me for transport, etc. I had Bob call my parents in NJ, and my Boss. He asked if there was anything else he could do. I said "take pictures." So here they are! (Notice the fact that both of my shins and knees are facing the right way. But my left ankle, not so much)



So off to the hospital I go. w00t!