owe whoa is me. it's been too long again since i have checked in with you. Let's see . . .
August finished up with far too much work. We worked 9 straight 14 hour days trying to save the Cisco account that we had just won from imploding. Alas, nothing we could do could save us from our New York office that repeatedly dropped bomb after bomb as if they were part of the bush administration. The crazy amounts of work left little time to prepare for burning man which did come quickly and was such a relief.
I headed out there with Max and his college friend Steve in a jumbo astro van. we met all the usual suspects and built quite a camp. Another amazing time with good friends. We roamed the playa on our bikes and dirtboards shaking our asses at countless clubs. This year we ate like kings . . . carniverous ones . . . and we didn't leave a meat group untouched. On friday night we threw a prom at our camp and everybody dressed up. we all felt incredibly clean and beautiful for several hours before heading out to party. the highlight was jumping aboard a flatbed dance truck with michael jackson lights under the floor. We all made it aboard and paralleled another flatbed with an incredible funk band jamming. Both art cars headed away from the esplanade and deep into the desert. It was incredible . . . the kind of moment that can never be planned or fully explained.
Saturday looked to be one of the greatest of all time. We had too much of everything. Tri-tips and beverages that all needed to be shared. Then i fucked up. I went for a dirtboard behind a golf cart that went a lot faster then the rest of the boats we had been riding behind. My driver did a big loop slinging me faster and faster until I ate the big one skipping across the playa. I knocked myself senseless. I stood up and stumbled a few feet before fainting falling face down.
I came from what felt like a 2 hours dream to see the horrible faces of friends and strangers staring at my drooping should with the clavicle bulge poking out. I had been out for maybe 3 seconds, and wasn't even in pain yet, but their faces gave it all away that this was not going to be fun. The drove me to a medic camp and from there an ambulance took me to the main medical facility at center camp.
we decided that whether it was a broken clavicle or a seperated shoulder all we could do is sling it. There wasn't any point in leaving that night, so we headed back to camp. The pain made me so queasy i wanted to vomit on myself. At camp our generous neighbors and friends all volunteered vicadines and muscle relaxers, even some morphine pills. I made it through the night horizontal in my tent and missed the burn.
We hit the ER in Reno for 4 1/2 hours and the x-rays were negative. Turns out i have a 3rd degree seperation of my shoulder. It means i tore all 3 ligaments that attach my collar bone to my shoulder. It reall eats a big dick. It would have been better to break the clavicle, but i don't get to choose. So I've been in a sling for the past 2 weeks and have my fingers crossed that i'll be able to do everything i once did. I've seen 2 doctors and both advise against surgery if i can avoid it. It does a tremendous amount of damage to healthy muscle tissue, and surgery can cause other problems. Please, let me get better. i'm typing again so that's the first good sign.
