Ouch B-Rad, I resent the implication that I am trouble. I am anything but trouble. I have a broken leg.
For those of you curious as to how I broke my leg here’s a little story.
It was a beautiful spring day. April 6th to be exact. My birthday. I was excited for a relaxing night of celebrating with hot cocoa and Boggle. I was walking down the stairs from pre-dinner bible study when I suddenly rolled my ankle. Then I fell. Then I immediately went into shock. Due to shock I did not realize that I had broken my leg until I woke up five hours later in my apartment unable to feel the entire right side of my body. Luckily my spiritual mentor was with me at the time and called for an ambulance which transported me to the hospital after carrying my like a sack of potatoes down the four flights of stairs in my apartment complex because they could not fit the stretcher up them. At the hospital I was x-rayed and told the news. Spiral fracture of the tibia displaced at both ends and a fracture of the fibula. They couldn’t set the bones because of the displacement so I morphined up and sent home until I could see an orthopedic surgeon. Five days later I went under the knife to place metal flatware in my leg to hold the bones together. I now always have a fork handy. After five months of casts, crutches, and how appropriate, a boot, I am in physical therapy walking with the best of the geriatric cliental. I’ve been told my injury takes a certain talent to do. I believe that. I have also sat around for five months watching DVD box sets and buying used books from Amazon. It’s been both boring and intellectually stimulating. However, I would strongly advise against doing this ever. Unless you enjoy being mid-twenties and walking with a cane. Like I do now.
Miss Holly, please tell us -how are your backyard chickens? Won’t they gobble up those poor caterpillars? Also, are you still collecting “pocketable†smallish stuffed animals? Are you in contact with any of your cabin mates from Swift? Lastly, how does it feel to be so dang famous and how do you handle all the press?
p.s. stay away from Boots and JoLynn at the screening. Those girls are trouble!
Stay cool, B-Rad!!
So I apparently seriously suck at this blogging thing. I can’t ever think of what to write.
I went to the Milwaukee screening last Friday. That went fairly well I guess. My phone has been blowing up all weekend with people who have either seen it or seen the articles in the local hipster papers around town and the responces have been very positive so I guess thats a good sign. I’m planning on being down in Chicago for the screening mostly because it coincides with my long awaited trip to the Shed Aquarium that I have been looking forward to all summer as well as the late night flea market in Wheaton that weekend. Sweet Action. Maybe I’ll see ya.
Hey Camp kids, i wanted to thank all the fine folks of Oklahoma City, the OKC Art Museum and The Dead Center Film Festival for coming out to our screenings this past week -singing camp songs, asking great questions and supporting our movie. We had several requests for wacky camp outfits so i suggest all those future Summercamp! movie goers should dress like your favorite camper, (if you need help just ask Boots) come early and organize a sing-along before the movie. It’s a great way to get the crowd energized all the while looking like a complete spaz -which i specialize in. Keep those shorts high, bradley
p.s. Sorry to Brian about the popcorn and pickle eating contest and/or mess. i guess it was a bad idea after all.