Things people have said to me so far since I broke my foot
I figured I’d compile a short list of some of the really intelligent things I’ve heard so far from people since I broke my foot a week ago.
— “You don’t want to re-break it.” — a girl friend … thanks, I was planning on re-breaking it this Sunday after a wonderful eggs benedict brunch complimented by a pulp-heavy orange juice
— “Sure, but you don’t want to drop a 45 pound weight on your foot.” My doctor, after I asked him if it was okay if I went to the gym
— “Did you break that in a skiing accident?” A photographer from an event I went to last night … mind you, it’s June 2, and we live in Arizona, but yeah, I just got off the slopes a few minutes ago.
— “Did it hurt when you broke it?” A buddy of mine from Texas. Nope, tickled a bit, a little like when you first put on that gas mask at the dentist, but hurt? Nah.
— “No, I probably wouldn’t play basketball right now.” A male nurse, the day after I broke it, when I sarcastically asked him if hoops was a good idea.
