Cingular

A Tale of Two Lives

At 7:40 PM Tuesday night, I was sitting around my apartment, waiting for several friends to show up at nine to play basketball. My phone rang. The opener had cancelled on Adam Ferrara’s show at Lisner Auditorium (1500 seat theatre at GW). I said I would love to host, but when is the show? In twenty minutes? I’ll be there. So, I rushed there, arrived in time, did 18 minutes and left to play basketball. On my way home I received a call informing that GW would like to pay me a massive amount of money for the show. I chose to accept their offer, as it was massive. The show and the money made two great things in about an hour. Then we started playing basketball. My team lost the first game, which we shouldn’t have. Then, in the second game we crushed them 11-0, with me hitting 8 consecutive shots to win the game. How could the night get any better? It couldn’t. During the next game, I came down on someone’s foot and my ankle twisted sideways until my toes touched my shin. Ouch.

I was carried to my apartment, and decided to wait until the morning to get it checked out. I was able to get an appointment at 1:00PM. I was kind of nervous because I didn’t want the injury to affect my weekend in Cincinatti. However, when my ankle twisted, I heard a series of pops, which is bad. After x-rays, the doctor came in and told me that the ligaments on the outside of my foot are all torn. Not one, but all of them. Also, she said there appears to be at least one break, and could be up to three. She has to review the films with an orthopedist and will know by Friday. Meanwhile, my ankle may or may not be broken. So, I was given an Aircast and crutches and told that if it isn’t broken, I have to use the crutches for a week and the Aircast for four weeks, and stay off my foot for another two weeks after that. If it is broken, once the swelling has gone down, I get to get a cast. Remember when having a cast was cool? It’s not cool when you’re 24.

The doctor also told me that I shouldn’t drive anywhere, much less Cincinatti, which is about nine hours away. So, the doctor cancelled my weekend at a club that I was really looking forward to playing. So, I called my friend who set up the week for me to tell him my situation. I was still considering making the drive against my doctor’s advice, so I told him I would call him back to let him know if I would make it. Then, I swear, no more than five minutes later, my BlackBerry just died. It’s new and it just decided it was finished. No explanation. So I went to the Cingular store (I get $2000 each time I mention them), where they told me it was a “freak accident,” and everything would be lost. Everything includes my address book, my calendar of shows and all of the jokes that I have written in the last six weeks.

I now have a broken ankle, a broken BlackBerry, and a broken spirit.

On the bright side, I went on stage at Dremos with crutches and had a great set of new and newer stuff. That should at least outweigh the broken ankle.

This entry is depressing. My bad. Pretend it was peppered with smiley faces.