BACK STORY
I Took April 8, 9th and 10th off of work for Thelemic religious holidays. Each year I get with my church & fraternity and we celebrate each of the days & throw a big party. It’s our “Feast for the three days of the writing of the Book of the Law” (aka Liber Al). I live with 3 other “Thelemites” and its become a tradition that at least one day is spent at our place, another at a different house and one at a public place. Anyways…
I also have been working on a track the past few months with my Dad. He’s playing guitar and has been practicing riffs I wrote and the leads he’s been coming up with. We were doing this causally, until he got a sudden job offer that left us with with a small window to finish what we started. The way things ended up we had no choice but to record the same night my roommates and I had planned to host our party. So despite the full house and other hurdles we manage to get quite a bit recorded. Pretty sure my Dad melted a face or two when a few friends came to watch. We worked straight threw the night till the sun came up, afterward that we picked up his suitcases at his place then went to the bus station and said our goodbyes. My Dads never left Vegas for an extended time, but something about working on music till the last second made me content with the whole thing. After I got back to my house I didnt wanna let the night end so I decided to get back to renoise while the buzz still lingered in the air or until I crashed. I try coming up with the distortion and other effects for the recordings. I cycle threw the endless combinations and start nodding out, then eventually I pass out entirely, for about 3 hours.
INJURY
I wake up to what feels like a dead arm, its beyond numb and as hard as a rock. Its also contorted and twisted looking, a lot like a person with cerebral palsy. I passed out with my head on my forearm and had my hand hanging off the edge of the desk. At first I started to wonder if I woke up some kinda Hell or alternate reality. That this is just some cosmic joke/horror. I knew I wasn’t dreaming, but I also felt like this can’t be happening. I tried everything I could to think of to get my hand to at least look normal. Despite how hard I try to move wrist or fingers they simply have no response at all. I start piano warm up stretches, then I shake both my hands like wet hands, and I get more intense until i start hurting my left hand, but each finger is just locked in the same spot and I’m beginning to panic. Something is really wrong and idk why but my gut has this sick feeling in it. I’m quickly turning into a total wreck. I’m hyperventilated and sweating imagining what life gonna be like if it stays this way. Thinking that piano and guitar might be memories is torture… Renoise even starts to look foggy. When I see how ugly my hand looks I can feel all self esteem or value I gave myself drop. The entire time the ‘rational survivor’ in me keeps saying I’m over-reacting, everything will be fine.
I shake Jed out of bed and demand he take me to a QuickCare, they tell me to go to Sunrise hospital. The lady puts me in the trauma unit! Them taking it so serious doesn’t make me feel much better…
Finally the doc examines me and within 5 minutes tells me I’ll recover entirely, but its gonna be a few months.
I’m relieved this isn’t forever!
A few months isn’t too bad! …wrong
The whole hand has been useless the first week. Its been over two weeks now and I just started to be able to button my shirt and tie my boots this morning. Typing is out of the question! The mouse is still a chore. I’m pretty good about keeping calm when I get injured, I broke my left hand about a year ago (fifth metacarpal) and I thought I was gonna be fine. I tried to sleep it off… The next morning my hand was huge and turning blue.The doc had to re-break it. I needed surgery. It still hasn’t made a full recovery! It still hurts to make a fist… So, if I jumped the gun and let the fear take hold its was because I just got over breaking the left hand. After realizing how bad breaking my left pinky had been, having no right arm at all seems beyond tragic. If I had to live with an ugly useless hand I’d be better off dead.
This was an eye opener. I really need to take better care of myself. I live like I could care less if I die or not, I’ve had brushes with death and found myself indifferent toward the outcome, but as I get older and I realize just how often I survive my stupid stunts, but at a price. My back hurts constantly, I don’t bounce back from injury. My ears ring like bells in silence. Risks aren’t as black and white as I like to pretend. I’m not the thrill seeker I used to be, but for once I’m starting to wonder if I should been trying to make the right choice, instead of simply avoiding the wrong ones.
At least this injury is virtually painless
Here is a pic of my last break too