Last Friday I slipped and fell and fractured my coccyx. Â As I write this, I’m sitting on a donut pillow, something I thought was reserved for grandmothers and post-op hemorrhoid sufferers.
On that same day was my childhood friend Kathy’s memorial service, she passed away 4 days prior.  I had planned on being with Kathy and our mutual friend Donna on the very day Kathy passed away but I didn’t arrive in time.   Now  I wonder if Kathy was pissed off that I returned to NJ before her memorial, and so she flicked me using other worldly powers.  Knowing her, I’m sure she didn’t intend for me to land on a 4″X4″ and then  suffer for weeks after.  But in some twisted way I think she would find this whole situation humorous.  I have to admit, even I find it a little  funny.
It’s an injury that is just perfect for jokes and  I’ve gotten all kinds of well wishes like these…
“I had that, it’s a real pain in the ass.”
“You break your ass all day long, and for what?”
“Get your ass out of here! Â Go lay down!”
“That’s a little extreme to get people to kiss your ass don’t you think?”
“Ain’t that a kick in the ass.”
And my favorite was sent in card that came with flowers from the school where I teach music.
It said. Â “We miss you. Butt, we want to you get better. Â take care, with Love from your New School Family.”
The puns just keep rolling in don’t they. Â I thought that after having children all of my dignity was gone, but I was wrong. Â Just when you think you’ve heard it all, somebody sends you a butt mug.
It would be terribly cliche to say bottoms up at a time like this, or would it?
