Time & Gravity

You know what sucks? When it's nearly midnight and you really want to go to bed but you can't yet because your sheets are still in the drier. And the drier has already completed its cycle, but the sheets still feel just a teensy bit damp ... just damp enough that you know you can't put them on the bed yet. Yeah. That sucks. Not as much as a broken wrist, of course, but it still sucks. But luckily, sheets dry eventually and, given time and the right care, broken wrists heal. That is what Corey has learned.

I haven't mentioned it on here, but about 2 months ago our dear Corey was reminded that Gravity is a harsh mistress ... that Mother Earth likes to hold us close to her bosom. Twas a painful lesson, though. Corey had been out at a Tulsa watering hole, enjoying a fair amount of the water, when he suddenly got the bright idea to place his 6-foot 5-inch, 280 pound, clumsy, drunken frame atop an unsteady barstool. Not long later, he found himself on the ground with a broken wrist. And within a couple of days, he was turned into the Bionic Man when a fancy metal structure was implanted into and around his wrist. I got to see this armature a few times. Grossed me out each time. So of course I had to take some pics.


Sorry the pics aren't better quality, but as I said, it really was gross. I couldn't look at it for too long. Just the sight of those rods of metal piercing his flesh & imaging them going all the way through to the bone ...
Uuuugh.
Anyway! The good news! The good news is that Corey's wrist is better now. This morning he went in for surgery & all the metal bits that have been holding him together for the last 8 weeks were removed. Hooray! So next time ya see him, remind Corey that when he's reaching for the stars, he better keep his feet on the ground. You can also ask him if the evil little Ariel cat has resumed chewing on his right hand. That's her favorite hand to chew & I know she's missed it.