Mike,<\/p>\n
As I was leaving Starbucks this morning, who should I see coming towards me but The Once Proud Dominator, Dominic. We both said “Hi!”, and then I looked down at his right hand. It was swathed in an Ace bandage, and his pinkie finger was strapped to a metal flange. “What did they do to you?”, I asked in surprise. He started to tell me the gory details, but I reminded him that I had seen him eating with chopsticks the previous Thursday. He said, “I was in a lot of pain, and it wasn’t any better, so I decided to go in and have it looked at.”<\/p>\n
He lifted up his hand and showed me. The Ace bandage covers a cast which tilts his wrist at an odd angle. “But I’m glad I did,” he went on, “It doesn’t hurt any more. They found a break up high on the side of my hand.” So I said, “But I guess you can’t play racquetball for a while.” He responded, “Just two weeks. Your wrist was laid up a lot longer, wasn’t it. Six weeks?”\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was a little shocked at his happy-go-lucky, Aussie insouciance. “But you can’t use a computer very easily now, can you. (That’s his main job, programming.) “No problem.” He held up his hand, tilted in its funny way, and wiggled his fingers.” And to prove it, he opened the door to Starbucks with his splinted hand and went in, saying, “See you.”<\/p>\n
Sorry, Mike, I didn’t get any X-rays.<\/p>\n
–rakkity<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Mike, As I was leaving Starbucks this morning, who should I see coming towards me but The Once Proud Dominator, Dominic. We both said “Hi!”, and then I looked down at his right hand. It was swathed in an Ace … Continue reading