Shortly after I returned from the AT, my good friend Cory called and said that he would be coming to stay with Katie and I in Boise, ID. He had had some trouble at home and needed to get away for a while. Well within 12 hours of his arrival in Boise, we both got amazingly drunk and decided it would be a great idea to go bike riding. Katie had gone to work by then, so she wasn't there to provide the voice of reason. And off we went. After about an hour of cruising along Cory decided it would be fun to start hotdoggin' it on Katie's Bike. In the process he passed me and clipped the front tire of my 2000 Bianci Volpe. Of course I went down. HARD! After peeling myself up and getting back on the bike, I kept bending my left arm and noticing that it didn't feel quite right. That evening, while Cory was on the phone with his Dad, I put a note in front of him that said "I think my arm is broken."
When Katie got home from work the next morning, this note was the first thing she found. She marched into the bedroom to find me in a homemade sling made from an old T-shirt and a belt. She took me to a "Doc in a box" and sure enough, my arm was broken at the elbow. Apparenty a break at the elbow is prone to needing surgery in order to heal correctly. Luckily though (the doctor said) I had broken the ulna in such a way as that it would not need surgery. I guess that would make this "a lucky break." Sorry, I'm prone to bad jokes.
