This is Part Two of a 2-part piece about the event in the title, which occurred on October 5, 1983. Here is Part One in case you missed it. All names used here are pseudonyms.
“she surely meant the exact opposite”- Why is that when we are told not to do something it actually means a green light for us? Experience is the best teacher. Looking forward to part 3!
That sounds a sore one, Ben. I can sympathise. When I broke both my legs in a car crash 20 years ago, they were in such a bad state the docs missed the fact a bone in my foot was also broken and it still is to this day 🤕
Still hoping you get revenge before this tale is done 😁
I feel your pain, at least some of it. I broke my leg high jumping in 9th grade gym class. While I was waiting for the ambulance to take me to the hospital a classmate reminded me what they did to horses that broke their leg.
He was laughing when he said it. He was my teammate on several sports teams. Later he retired from the US Marshals and served multiple tours in Afghanistan. He was quite a character in school.
No! Poor kiddo! I do remember those days, sadly, but really, would an ER visit have been totally out of the question? And an immediate full-body survey for other injuries? I mean, get some pain relief happening and seriously, waiting hours until imaging! It's such a gulf compared to our current treatment. No disrespect to your mom, I mean that's just how it was back then. I remember in 5th grade tripping on my pants that were too long (because I ignored my mom's advice not to wear my taller sister's pants) and falling down a steep flight of concrete stairs and face-planting onto the basketball court. No drama, just got brushed off and my mom drove me to the dentist since I'd hit my chin pretty hard. I still have a rakish Kristy McNichol smile to this day. Sheesh!
“she surely meant the exact opposite”- Why is that when we are told not to do something it actually means a green light for us? Experience is the best teacher. Looking forward to part 3!
Quite the twist! You have my attention.
And thank you so much for reading. I always appreciate your encouragement.
The end is more philosophical, I think.
It was 1983. The lobby was packed. We tried.
I'm sorry about your fall -- that sounds . . . less than ideal especially for a 5th grader, but we kids were resilient.
J Geils Band, Centerfold. What a song! 😆
That sounds a sore one, Ben. I can sympathise. When I broke both my legs in a car crash 20 years ago, they were in such a bad state the docs missed the fact a bone in my foot was also broken and it still is to this day 🤕
Still hoping you get revenge before this tale is done 😁
I'm sorry to hear that. Both legs is a lot worse than both arms. And their oversight.
As for revenge, well . . . we will see.
Hmm, not sure. Both arms is pretty bad! I’m used to the broken foot now. I was bad at playing football before it and still just as bad! 😁
Fully commited to this narrative. Now am relating heavily with your mom.
My mom was a real champ through it all. More to come. :)
I feel your pain, at least some of it. I broke my leg high jumping in 9th grade gym class. While I was waiting for the ambulance to take me to the hospital a classmate reminded me what they did to horses that broke their leg.
Oh, that's so harsh. I don't have words, but I hope you did.
He was laughing when he said it. He was my teammate on several sports teams. Later he retired from the US Marshals and served multiple tours in Afghanistan. He was quite a character in school.
Ah, school days...
How did they not know both were broken right away!? Gah.
The right one was really bad. The left one just "hurt" until I lifted it over my head.
This made me laugh and cringe and almost cry. Looking forward to part three!
We have to be to get a merit badge. But she sounds outstanding
No! Poor kiddo! I do remember those days, sadly, but really, would an ER visit have been totally out of the question? And an immediate full-body survey for other injuries? I mean, get some pain relief happening and seriously, waiting hours until imaging! It's such a gulf compared to our current treatment. No disrespect to your mom, I mean that's just how it was back then. I remember in 5th grade tripping on my pants that were too long (because I ignored my mom's advice not to wear my taller sister's pants) and falling down a steep flight of concrete stairs and face-planting onto the basketball court. No drama, just got brushed off and my mom drove me to the dentist since I'd hit my chin pretty hard. I still have a rakish Kristy McNichol smile to this day. Sheesh!