Hobbling into my pedicure place the other day on crutches drew some unusual glances from those cute Vietnamese ladies I told you about. I might go as far as to say that they were looks of disappointment, almost as if to say, "No wonder you are not married and having babies, look what you've done to yourself!" I've never seen such a look of incomprehension as to when I told them I broke my leg playing hockey.
It got me thinking about my two injuries. When people saw me on crutches the first time and asked what happened, I explained that I blew out my knee playing volleyball. There were mostly looks and comments of empathy and understanding. Surprisingly, many more people that I knew about have also blown their ACL doing similar activities like skiing or playing soccer. Each one told me their own knee story, and then reassured me that I'd be back playing volleyball in no time.
This time, when I tell people that I broke my leg playing hockey, the reaction is very different. I'm not sure if it's because of my gender, my age, or the sport itself, but let's just say the looks and comments from my non-hockey playing friends are not so encouraging. I even heard, "So are you going to quit now?"
Excuse me, but when did breaking my leg because a big girl fell into me while playing a physical sport constitute that I'm at the "fall and break your hip" age? So I need to sit down now, do I? Is that how you see it? I need to subscribe to Quilters Monthly, is that it?*
Well, let me assure all of you out there that I am not hanging up my skates just yet. Screw that. Shit happens. Bones break. Bones heal. I'll be back, and the doc says bones heal stronger than before. I've got one more week in this cast and then I'll be ready for my tenth hockey season this fall.
*No offense to quilters.