up n' out

I was racing motocross sunday in sterling when I woke up in the middle of the track. "whaa?" I thought. Ears ringing, everything black, not able to breathe.... I think I crashed.

EMT- how you doing?
Me- uhhhhhgh.
EMT- you alright?
Me- uuugh. Shoulder.
EMT- Collar bone.

At any rate, I snapped my collar bone in two spots, with an inch section in the middle standing vertically. That landed me in surgery, and I've got sweet plate holding my shoulder together.

-Positive points to the weekend:
-The motorcycle is okay
-When I fainted in the "EMT cart," I kicked the EMT in the junk.
-Morphine makes anything possible
-The service in a hospital is great. Want a cup of ice at 3:00 in the morning? No problem.
-I met a life goal: Break a bone before 21 years old
-Percoset
-Greg bought me everlasting gobstoppers
-The titanium plate keeps everything together initially, so I can do most anything I want... just limited by pain
-Impressing all the hot nurses with my sweet x-rays and bowstaff skills


Anyways, all in all, it wasn't terrible. I've made it 20 years without spending a night in a hospital bed, so I guess it was time. I've been telling Greg and Hunter that "I expect one of to get jacked up this summer racing." All the while knowing full well that it would not be me.

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-ready to race