last friday we had a lovely show in indiana. after the show i proceeded with my normal routine of selling merch, packing up merch, packing up my gear and pushing it out to the bus. i was minding my own business, weaving my cases between the huge cases waiting to be put in the trailer. i was in the middle of moving a case out of my way, while still holding onto my stuff. i began to get a weird feeling in my gut. something wasn’t right. it was all getting a little too complicated. i was stuck. but i wasn’t giving up. as i was trying to push a case out of my way that was about the size of a small refrigerator i felt the worst, most crushing pain come down on the back of my right leg.
i screamed. i did. i screamed. this guy behind me had pushed the sound board over on my leg.
it hurt so bad. IT HURT SO BAD. i knew my ankle had just been ruined. broken. tendons torn. something was bad wrong. as i was walking around in a panic of circles i was thinking to myself, “apologize. oh my god this hurts. somebody better apologize. wow. can you walk on a broken ankle. apologize.” nobody was apologizing. THEN i hear somebody say, “yeah… man… yeah dude just walk it off.”
walk it off.
walk it off? WALK IT OFF!!!???
i actually wanted to hurt that guy. and if i could have walked, i would have.
so i just sort of hobble over to some steps and sit down and try to inspect my leg. i knew it wasn’t broken, but i was assuming it had torn a tendon or something. it hurt so bad. so then somebody walks over to the perp and says “good going”. and that little… blessing says “it wasn’t MYYYY fault”. i guess that’s why he didn’t feel he needed to apologize or ask if i was ok. it wasn’t his fault so screw james duke and his right leg. i shouldn’t have been in his way. he wanted to push that damn case over and it was actually my fault that my calf stopped the case from slamming on the ground. i’m the jackass. i’m the fool standing on the shoestrings of progress. my bad. i wanted to run over to him and bury my foot in the side of his knee and when he was screaming in pain from the broken limb, calmly say, “oh man… yeah bro… walk it off”. but i couldn’t because i was unable to walk because he dropped a road case on me.
so i can’t walk on it without wanting to die. i can barely even breath it hurts so bad. the next morning it hurts less but is way more swollen. that lasts for a few days and on wednesday morning my mother in law saw it and thought we might should get it an x ray. we do and it’s not broken. which made me feel better. but it’s friday and my foot looks worse.
swollen. i have a cankle. bruised. my heal has a black and purple bruise all around it. cut. there is a huge gash on my calf. and it hurts to walk.
but the thing that hurts the worst is that the guy never apologized.