I now have an small idea of what Pete went through a few years back. Since I am not in the hospital already, I think it is only a small idea. Today at work, I stopped to talk to Roger, our volleyball team captain. "My main goal tonight is to get through the night without jamming my thumb." So far, I have jammed my left thumb at every practice or game. Well, I guess I did not jam it during the second game of the double header last week. The game tonight was at 6:30, so I took my stuff to change at work and be there on time. When I got there at 6:15, Roger and Kate were the only others there. By game time we had enough. We started our warm up circle after the normal stretches. And yes, I did the hamstring stretches too. The warm-up was going great. I was hitting my passes without using my open hands. Volleyball was so much easier a decade or two ago. About half way through the warm-up, I went for the ball a bit too far away. As I went one way, my ankle went the other. I swear it felt like someone had hit me with a wild ball or stepped on my heel. The pain went right up the back of my leg and put me on the side lines. I gently worked the foot and ankle. Then I sat with Nikko and watched the first game. Nikko is Roger's little boy (6-8 months: I expect to get better at guessing ages again in the coming months and years). He had a dad on my team and a mom on the other team. We had a nice time cheering on his dad's team. By the middle of the first game, I knew I was not going to make it back on the court. Oh well. At least I left under my own power. Ice is nice.
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