As of 4/30/12

Tonight I waited in my wheelchair for my coworker to show up with the last boardgame that was delivered to my office last week. I wasn't at work to receive it thursday, because I left wednesday with Roborally and Guillotine in a bag, hanging off my handlebars.

A block away from work, I notice the precarious nature of the boardgames hanging from the handlebar. I feel the bag hitting my knee and I think to myself, I should adjust the bag. I woke up splayed out on a major street in Philadelphia unable to move. People were running from all sidewalks rushing the street. Luckily, one of the people was an EMT from Dakota visiting my great city and was able to imobilize me with 3 other men and move me to the sidewalk.

An ambulance ride later, er visit, x rays, multiple cat scans, admission, 2 nights in the hospital, narcotics, bed pans, screaming expletives, and a transfer to a rehab, I find myself wheel chair bound with 2 fractures in my pelvis, a hemotoma, pulled muscles, bruised ribs, and a slight concussion in a rehabilitation center for two more weeks.

What I have surmised is i must have tried to adjust the boardgames, but my knee hit the bag first, the bag hit the handle bar, and I hit the street. My feet were strapped into the pedals hence the amazing amount of right side trauma. Thank goodness for my helmet saving my head.

All of this because I wanted to bring my new boardgames to my friends house to check them out.

So my coworker comes to visit with a big bag and a note from reception at my job. In her bag she carries not one game, but 3 more! Le Harve, Zombies!, and Condottiere. The note? "Missed call : shmafty. He wants to send you flowers. We all miss you!"

This dude is amazing. 5 games and uber sleuthing to call my job to find out my hospital room? Santa level=BADASS