RHODE ISLAND - Ouch

A sad day for me and my one hundred percent non broken bones record. That record no longer stands and I am now a left handed person.

Twas a simple game of earth ball with sixty or so campers. Some youngsters, some special needs adults and their helpers. Occassionally people tumble. And, sadly, one of them tumbled onto my wrist. It hurt. Boy howdy, it hurt. But being only thirteen hours into my sixteen hour day with a staff show to perform and being, you know, a man, I decided to ignore the agony and just carry on working. I lasted until Friday morning until Kristen, nurse extrodinaire, wondered why I wasn't leaping to carry around her heavy crates of meds, took a look at my swollen hand (in my defence, I've never had a swollen hand so have no concept what one looks like) and dispatched me to the ER (like TV only they spend most of their time on the phone to insurance companies and talking about their lunches) where my poor wrist was declared broken and put out of action.

I have a funky brace thing to wear this week and will absolutley positively not be using my right hand (typing and page turning Harry Potter excepted. Don't tell Kristen) until Thursday when I shall receive an attractive plaster cast with which I'll be performing the rest of my American visit. I'm not a lefty in any sense of the word, so any left handed advice would be welcome.

This trail of incident, by the way, happened whilst I was directing my first ever camp. Of which little need be said except I've never had a more stressful, sleep deprived week. Nothing to do with the hogans, which are now cleaner and smell nicer than ever before. No, it was my eight campers of whom I can safely say only one could be described as normal and completley well adjusted. The others all had issues with themselves and each other. I felt bad for Adam and Mark as, each time they failed a group initative, they would have to process seven campers screaming at each other and trying to assign blame. We were lucky to survive each other. Well, all except my wrist of course.


Mark leads my campers to the terrors of the marsh. Or is that my terrors to the marsh? I forget which.