In late June of 1999, I broke my left leg. I didn’t just break it, I smashed it. Even the doctor at the hospital the ambulance took me to was impressed. I was riding my bike down the sidewalk, and the front wheel clipped the corner of a cut-out in the sidewalk and flipped me over the handlebars onto the ground. I’d fallen off my bike dozens of times before then, so I didn’t think anything of it…until I couldn’t get up. My tibia was shattered in a herringbone pattern, depressing my kneecap. I have a plate and six screws keeping everything in alignment so that I can walk. The only amusing or interesting thing to come out of this was that the orthopedic surgeon for the Chicago Blackhawks, the late Dr. Louis Kolb, did the surgery. So it was a nice story to tell when I started my senior year of high school a couple of months later, sans the cast but with the addition of a walker. Yes, that’s right. I had to use a walker. I couldn’t go up and down the stairs at school to switch out my books between classes, so I had to wear my backpack all day. It was easier to use a walker with all that weight on my back, rather than crutches…though I did have them for when I wasn’t at school.
Such fun! I hope I never repeat it ever again!