My next blog was supposed to be all about Alaska and how much fun I had, but once I got back to work I had too much to do. The weeks between summer school ending and fall semester beginning is very busy. I've got all these computers to image and move back into trailers and network drops to run. Monday afternoon I got home to find our friend Jenni and her new sea foam green Buddy 125 scooter. She ran through the basic operations showing off the trunk space, 100mpg engine, and other bells n whistles I've since forgotten.
Since Kelly was too shy to try it out I thought I would. It looks so friendly doesn't it? So I get on out of the drive way like a pro, scoot down to the end of the block and stop. After a car passes it seems pretty safe to turn onto the street. That's where everything goes crazy! I start going forward with the little twisty handlebar scooter-go-bar-of-death and try to turn right, but the damn thing (now possessed by Mephisto?) decides to keep going straight into the street. I try a bit more to turn right, but only start to squiggle. I try really hard to turn right and this time the bastard bike of Fleet Street falls over and crushes my left foot. How did it crush my left foot when I fell to the right? I don't know. Another argument for demonic possession. Kelly and Jenni, our new and possibly ex-friend, were waiting in the driveway. They remember hearing a bit of a crash shortly after my take-off. They made some jokes about how impossible it was that such a sound could have anything to do with a perfectly competent human on a perfectly innocent motor scooter. After a few more minutes of uncomfortable conversation some guy who saw me crash drove past my driveway and asked Kelly if that was her bike. I wish it was just a joke because that sounds like something I would ask some random guy to do, but alas, twasn't. Kelly took me to the emergency room because she could see white stuff poking through the red stuff on top of my left foot. It took 2 hours to get some x-rays done and 3 more to find out the lost my x-rays. But it's all good. Some guy said that it didn't look like anything was broken so I should check with my general prac. within 5-7 days. Despite my complete faith in the dickhead doctors at the University Hospital I went ahead and saw my doctor Wednesday. She did just about as much for me, but in half the time! She basically said check with an orthopedic specialist. So I crutched my way there today so he could poke the hell out of it with his fingers. At least he gave me a robo-boot so I can get around without fear of bumping into stuff and screaming like a little girl.
My pictures of Alaska are online, but I have yet to go through all the itineraries and write up a journal entry, but I'll get around to it soon. Starting next week I'll only have 3 schools instead of 5 so maybe I'll have an hour or two to write some stuff down, kinda like I'm doing now... oh crap!
