Above is the latest and greatest from the "dumb things Ronson has done in the last two months" file. It has been recreated in "wacky cartoon style" since the real story is waaaay to painful.
Here it is:
The stairs leading up to my place are a disaster, especially in snow-related insanity. Well, in Cincinnati this past week, it's been a snow and ice disaster. Friday, I was carrying the Valentine's Day flowers I bought for my girlfriend down these treacherous stairs. In fact, so much of my concentration was focused on them entirely. I had sort of forgotten that the sidewalk and the streets were equally snowy and icy. On about the third step toward my car, I started going down.
It was a slow, annoying fall. I managed to regain my balance a couple of times and didn't want to let go of the flowers in fear of the glass vase breaking and things getting really nasty. Instead I fell slowly and steadily, my knees made it to the ground without incident, my right arm was able to drop the vase right at the moment it hit the ground. But my left arm. Nope, not so lucky with that one.
My left arm was working on balancing out the rest of my body since my right arm was already occupied. It kept stretching further and further (on more ice) until it reached the furthest it could go. I don't remember hearing a snap (or anything, I think I was already yelling at this point), but I could definitely feel the arm going out of whack. It reminded me of how when I was a kid, I used to bring back the arms of my action figures into these unusual and awkward positions. Only it wasn't so cool happening to me.
My instinct was to jump up (which I did) and try to figure out was wrong. I could feel my arm but I couldn't move my fingers. I was a little panicked, but somehow let my arm go limp (I think this is what Kari was suggesting) and in a second it popped back into place. I could bend my arm and move my fingers again, but I was still in some major pain and even more shock.
Since this was Friday night and it doesn't seem like much of an emergency anymore (and I had no interest in paying emergency room prices), I decided to hold off and call the doctor on Monday. While this might not be the best move for several reasons, it's mainly meant three rather painful days of trying to figure out what exactly is wrong. Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it doesn't. There's no bruising, which according to my mom means there might be a slight fracture. Whoopie. Can't wait to find out.
Lessons? No lessons. It's just some annoying crap that ruined my weekend. However it's a somewhat gross story that I can tell people at parties and inspired me to put together a little illustration. It might be my first contribution to
Illustration Friday. This week's subject is "gravity."
One year ago today, I made my first legitimate post to Ronsonville: The Blog. My attention span is pretty short, so to be able to keep up with something like this for this long is a pretty big deal.
UPDATE: A two-hour doctor trip (that included a trip to the hospital across town), three x-rays and 24 hours later, my doctor called this evening to inform me that the radiologist has determined that there is no fracture in my left distal humerus. As soon as the pain subsides, I should be back to normal. Woohoo – drinks are on me!
Above is the latest and greatest from the "dumb things Ronson has done in the last two months" file. It has been recreated in "wacky cartoon style" since the real story is waaaay to painful.
So, one of my favorite bands from the early 00's, Interpol, has apparently disappeared off the face of the earth. They were originally slated to play SXSW in Austin (which I'm excited to say, I'll be attending this year), but when the preliminary list of bands was announced late last week? No Interpol. Almost as though they were never announced (fortunately other acts like Bloc Party, Lily Allen and The Good The Bad & The Queen are still scheduled to play).
And so, in 320 B.C., St. Valentine (pictured above) had a cow heart sent to his true love. When she rejected it, he stayed home, eating an entire box of chocolates and cursing women everywhere. Thus began the time-honored tradition of Valentine's Day. I think that's pretty much what happened.
There is a snow emergency for much of Ronsonville tonight and last week. Blogging has been reduced to important posts only.
Movies are coming soon! In the meantime, I also picked up a couple of computer improvements this weekend. One of those items was a shiny new scanner. What does this mean for you, the Ronsonville blog reader? Enhanced graphics! Like the one above, one of the first of hopefully many illustrations for to keep me in the habit of drawing. My first effort is a variation of the sad clown I like to call "The Remorseful Bully." You might have to zoom in to notice the tear. So, yeah. Get excited for more of this! If I start getting the hang of things, I'll start taking requests...
