ER Visit Reveals First Ever Broken Bone

The broken bone is not mine.

It belongs to the birthday boy, Michael.

Not fifteen minutes before
the accident

Michael's friends had been quizzing us about 

his health history

given his tendencies toward the ridiculous

stunts and adventures.

I, without thinking, said that he had never had a broken

bone....but as I did I had that fleeting thought, 

"Did I just say that?"

I'm not superstitious but it just felt wrong.

Well, Michael had built a shaky ramp

and was planning to impress all of his party guests

by jumping over the fire on his dirt bike.

Apparently they had come up with the idea while 

at work the day before.

They had drawn diagrams and everything.

What could go wrong?

The options were endless really.

I refused to watch but heard the aftermath

as he came crashing to the ground.

His bike came down on his leg,

his shoulder ground into dirt and grass.

These are the good things.

For he missed the neighbors macadam

driveway by a couple of feet

and did not land in the fire.

The bike coming down on his midsection 

most likely would have wrecked up 

his insides.

His head hit the ground hard but the helmet 

did it's job.

It didn't take too long to figure out that his 

collarbone was broken.

Bummer!

So, off to the ER we went.

Leaving all of his friends behind to surround

the campfire, to consume his cake and 

to wonder about his well being.

Mikey took turning 21 to a whole new level.

Happy Birthday, Mikey!

We are grateful that you are still with us!