I have a sore elbow. I fell the other night and alcohol was NOT involved. I'm not much of a drinker, but people seem to think it was the cause of my sore elbow. I mean, it was pretty clumsy, and most drunk people have better coordination anyway.
I've been wearing a sling. It helps a lot with the pain, but since it's wrapped around my good arm, its only dead weight. I've been getting a lot of broken wing jokes at work.
I kinda dig the sling though, it brings back my elementary years. I sort of want a cast, too. I’ve never had a broken arm before but I used to fantasize about breaking something. I used to dream, ”If only I had a cast on my arm, then every thing would be great." I swear, thoughts of a fresh white cast danced in my head. I’d be so popular what with all the other kids lining up to sign it.
I used to plot out several bone-breaking plans, but I never had any guts to pull them off. A lot of free falling ideas. Then of course, I'd get jealous when someone else would strut in with a freshly slapped-on cast. "I don't care if its hurting YOUR arm, give it to me!"
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hahaha! This is great... :-)
It's weird how little kids want things that are not always so great, like glasses or a cast... :-)
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