Best day ever ----> Worst day EVER

So...Anne brought me to Fred's on the 9th floor of Barney's New York for an epic meatball lunch yesterday.



The meatballs were mini meatballs made of beef/veal/pork and SO delicious.



Following the meatball lunch, and doing a bit of shopping to prepare for the big party we had planned for Saturday night, I went home to AC and Shiri's to celebrate AC, Dave, and Dave's roommate Dan's passage of the New York Bar Exam.








Following this, we headed to Mark and Todd's for some beirut action.



Todd and I were doing decently well at beirut but we were losing ever so slightly to Felix and AC.

With three cups left to go, I hit one cup, Todd hit the next, we got one ball back for a reshoot, and barely even looking, I sank the last cup for a pretty epic victory.

In celebration, Todd yelled "CHEST BUMP!"

So I leapt into the air in what will now go down in history as the most poorly executed chest-bump in the history of man.

Our bodies collided in the air and the impact totally threw me off (I think it was my first, and last chest-bump ever). My foot bent downward ever so slightly, and with the floorboards being extra slick, I went slamming my ankle with the entire weight of my body on top of it into the ground in the most unnatural way, crushing almost every ligament and joint possible.

The sound it made was sickening, and as I lay there on the ground with my ankle bone sitting on top of my shin, I knew something was seriously wrong. (The searing pain was a good indicator as well.)

KG told me to just put ice on it and proceeded to dunk my severely deformed foot in a bucket of ice water. Silliness.

I called Jasper who I figured, being an ER doctor, would know what to do.

He told me to go immediately to the NYU Medical Center ER (over the several other medical centers in the vicinity) as it would have the shortest wait and best staff on a Friday night.

With the help of Mark, Todd and AC, I hopped my way into a cab and we headed to the hospital.

Sitting in the waiting room and seeing the horrified looks of every doctor, nurse, and technician when they caught notice of my ankle was not reassuring....




Turns out the fuckin' thing was broken in the three different places.



Dr. Scott, the orthopedic resident on duty, proceeded to pull out a monstrous needle and injected the most painful dose of Novocaine ever, deeply and directly into my ankle.




You know a shot is big-time when they pull out the needle and blood spurts everywhere.



With my foot completely numbed, Dr. Scott proceeded to tie up my foot in a weird sling-thing, and then twisted and turned it, cracking all the ligaments and bones back into place.

It was the most disgusting sound I've ever heard and I could not imagine what it would have felt like without the Novocaine.



Thing is, the first time he did it, we finished and he put a cast on it.

After X-Rays, however, it was determined that the alignment wasn't perfect.

So he cut off the cast and realigned my foot again, crunching and twisting and crunching until he was happy with the alignment and re-cast it.

Once again, it didn't hurt. But the sounds and sensations were unreal.

They hooked me up to an IV and pumped in some Morphine.




Then I sat there and waited in the ER for hours until a room upstairs opened up. (They were going to have to admit me because I would require surgery involving screws and metal plates in order to properly secure my ankle.)




Having come from a Beirut game, I had to break the seal big-time, and the only way for me to go to the bathroom was to use these wonderful little pee-bottles.



Around 6am I finally got a room and was moved upstairs.



Ugh. Awful awful evening. Goodnight.