When Linda G. Hill gave us the word “bone” as the topic for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, I will admit that the first thing that came to mind was the slang term for what happens to a certain part of the male anatomy when in a state of sexual arousal. So I guess it’s true that even men of my advanced age can occasionally think like a 17-year-old hormonal boy.
But then I reconsidered and thought about the four broken bones I’ve had in my entire life. Fortunately, all were relatively minor fractures. And all happened when I was a lot younger.
I broke a toe delivering newspapers on my paper route when I was around 11. I was wearing sneakers and was running up cement steps when I guess I misjudged where my foot was and ended up kicking one of the steps really hard, breaking a bone in my big toe.
My next broken bone occurred during a little league baseball game. I was playing second base and was attempting to field a ground ball when it took a weird bounce. Because I’m right handed, my baseball glove was on my left hand, and when the ball took that unexpected bounce, it smashed into the pinky finger on my right hand, breaking the middle phalanx bone. My pinky finger on my right hand remains misshapen to this day.
Finally, when I was in my late-twenties, I took a nasty spill on a black diamond ski slope and cracked two ribs. If you’ve ever cracked a rib or two, then you know that, for about a month after having broken a rib, you don’t want to sneeze or laugh. And you also don’t want anyone to hug you. Breaking a rib has a very sad, lonely recovery period.
And so there you have my history of broken bones. Perhaps this post might have been more interesting had I gone ahead and written about what first came to mind when I saw the word “bone.”
This, That, and the Other 
I broke a rib this summer, and you are absolutely right – it takes forever to heal! It’s nice when it finally heals – getting hugs is a nice thing :-)!
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Glad you didn’t go with your instinct! This post is pretty good read too.
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Lol! First para was priceless 🤣
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Well I must admit to having my own sniggery Beavis and Butthead moment when I first saw this week’s prompt word – but I too avoided going down that particular route 🙂
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Probably a wise choice!
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Were you that experienced skiing, and qualified — to be on a black diamond ski slope? Or just at a risky show-off age?
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A little bit of both! At least it wasn’t a double black diamond.
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Can you post a picture of your misshapen pinky?
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It reminds me of that Ritchie Valens song ‘That’s My Little Suzie’ as it bends to the right.
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It’s been my experience and observation that your first instinct, isn’t limited to teenaged boys/men. But before I’m accused of misandry, I’m an old coot female and I too enjoy visiting that realm. Still, probably a wise choice on the topic.
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Your hands appear to be much bigger than Trumps, and that must mean that you get big (no I won’t say it) also.
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😱
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I have thankfully till now only dislocated my thumb and unforgettable it’s never been the same..
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*unfortunately not unforgettable..
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Yeah, I figured. Damn autocorrect!
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I have chipped two fingers and not broken anything. Both of these occurrences happened in middle school, even probably the same year. The first time was my ring finger on one of my hands. I was catching a basketball off a rim, and didn’t do that quite right. The ball hit the end of my finger and jammed it. I had to wear a splint on my finger for maybe two weeks. Some months later, I was stretching my arms while lacing the fingers of my two hands together facing outwards. Some goofy boy came up and bopped his two hands together with my hands in-between. This jammed and chipped the other ring finger, so I was back to wearing a splint.
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Ouch!
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Yeah, it did hurt in both cases. As for the boy, he was immediately apologetic and stunned at what he’d done. It seems to me he just wasn’t thinking, he was truly being goofy (and needed to rethink habits he maybe had with siblings or neighborhood peers or something).
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In an earlier post (maybe a month ago), in response to a question as to choosing baseball or football as best, I chose baseball almost as an eanie-meanie-minee-mo kind of thing (as far as enjoyment goes) but finally because it seems there are fewer major injuries in baseball. I’m not sure if that’s true for little kids though (as opposed to in high school, college, and the pros). With your story under this broken bones topic, I now know of three serious injuries due to baseball for kids before high school.
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Well, I’m not sure that a broken pinky would be considered a serious injury.
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Kinda, since there is a lasting result. My kids played baseball too. There was a little boy who I think was standing in pitcher position (assigned there by his coach per the rules at the time) even though it was machine pitching (very young boys). When the batter hit the ball, the ball flew straight at the “pitcher’s” face. The boy had immediate and subsequent surgery.
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That’s unfortunate.
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It is indeed. The other danger is bats. Enough said.
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(I simply mean I don’t want to describe what can happen.)
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Lots of breaks… at 52 I have still never had a broken bone.
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You’re lucky…or blessed.
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