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Written by Kyle Kujawa
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Thursday, 04 March 2010 14:39 |
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I'm on the IR for a little bit. I was pretty busy so I didn't get around to watching the Colorado game, but the Vancouver game I've actually got a good excuse for.
I was playing hockey last night (roller hockey), and I was told by my team that "the guy in the blue pants" is a complete tool and likes to play the body.. which isn't a problem, I actually like taking a hit from time to time, but you're not really supposed to in roller hockey.
So I'm reaching for a lose puck to my right, thinking there's no one to my left... and bam, I get hit. I feel fine, my feel like my shoulder just got stung, go right to the bench and try to shake it off. I reach up and touch my collarbone... and decide on the spot that I should probably go to hospital. Nice little bulge from where my clavicle shattered into three pieces. To quote my teammate (and apparent reader of BDS) ,who took me to the hospital after the game, "it looks like there's an egg under your skin." Went to the hospital, sat around for three hours while they promised me ice and painkillers and delivered on neither, finally left with a couple prescriptions of painkillers and a specialist to call to figure out if I need surgery. Since it's in three pieces, there's a decent chance it might not all heal right on its own.
But there's good news... I scored before I left the game, and we got the W, aw yeah, still undefeated.
Also, I've never broken a bone before so I'm enjoying my Vicodin right now. Like an hour after they drugged me up I was convinced my bone had mended itself. Interesting experience, but I'm being told by everyone and anyone to not get addicted.
I ended up missing the whole Wings game and wasn't much in the mood to watch a 6-3 loss for the midnight replay. I haven't even watched highlights but I know Jimmy got pulled and I'm not much in the mood for debating goaltending right now. So unfortunately, no recap on that game.
Anywho, I'm actually on Spring Break next week so I was hoping to be able to write a fair amount, but typing with two hands is rather uncomfortable, and one hand is too slow. We'll see how it goes, the busyness will likely depend on whether or not I need to go under the knife, which I'll find out tomorrow. Until then, take care, and enjoy your collarbones. The two most difficult things on my life right now are taking off my shirt and buttoning my pants. But it could be worse, I suppose.
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