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- From: bberbeni@nyx.cs.du.edu (Bill Berbenich)
- Subject: Broken hand peeve
- Message-ID: <1992Nov16.172704.1522@mnemosyne.cs.du.edu>
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- Organization: University of Denver, Dept. of Math & Comp. Sci.
- Date: Mon, 16 Nov 92 17:27:04 GMT
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- All right, I alluded to it in a previous posting.
-
- I said I had a peeve, but would put it on hold until I was able to find
- more humor in it. Well, here it is.
-
- A few postings back, I mentioned the not-so-insignificant-feat of having
- caught a hockey puck outta the air. 'Tis true. Week before last, I went
- to a hockey game here in my lovely native hometown and proceeded to get
- wildly drunk with a friend of mine. Indeed, I was on the way to getting
- babsed.
-
- Our seats are just behind the goal. Real suck seats, but they were free
- and I didn't care. We were up just high enough to see most of the action.
-
- So just about the beginning of the third period, after I have just
- finished off my latest brew, I start to get all tense, jittery, and
- nervous at the lack of any canoe piss. My nerves and senses are all at
- a heightened fever pitch. I was getting my second wind. I had drank
- myself sober. The adrenaline was kicking in.
-
- So just about that time, there's a real mother of a slap shot which
- flies up and ricochets off the side wall and right up toward me. In
- the time it would normally take to even THINK about thinking, this
- shiny, wet black thing comes toward my head. It was flipping over,
- as I recall in slow-motion total recall. So I reached up to protect
- myself with both hands and came back down with a puck.
-
- People all around were staring at my dumb ass and I even heard a guy
- in back of me say, "Damn! That guy CAUGHT the puck!"
-
- Well, it was no treat, let me tell you! I was numbed by the force of
- the thing and by the alcohol at the time, but it wasn't long before
- I could feel my pulse rate in my right hand, the one in front at the
- time of the "incident." I felt that as we were riding home on the
- transit train. In fact, I was in agony the next morning and decided
- to go see the doctor.
-
- X-rays confirmed the only injuries to be a serious strain. The x-ray
- tech said "it probably wouldn't hurt as much if you had broken it."
- When I told the guy how I hurt myself, he laughed and said he didn't
- even know that there was a pro hockey team in town. He looked to be
- more of a basketball or football type. Big tall guy.
-
- Well, it didn't hurt so bad after I started taking some non-narcotic,
- non-Class II drugs. I'll have to look at the label to see what it is,
- but it isn't anything worthwhile as far as I can tell except to
- alleviate swelling and some pain. 'course one has a warning that
- says "Don't drink alcohol with this." A real bitch to ignore that
- label, let me tell you. It's like an invitation - you will feel
- BETTER if you mix this drug with alcohol.
-
- I've hurt my hand like this before and it always hurts for a long time.
- And I can type, just about as fast as normal but with more errors.
-
- Anybody else here ever hurt their widdle hand like that? An impact
- injury, I mean? Ow!
- --
- No, you do not know me.
- Yes, I KNOW I look like someone you know. - Bill Berbenich, net.hedonist
-