Leipzig: Bikes and Broken Arms

I wish I had a better story to tell, like I saved a baby from a burning building while avoiding an angry mob who wanted to kidnap the child, but unfortunately that is not how I broke my arm.  On the contrary, I was happily riding a bicycle down the street and fell off it.  There were no potholes or obstacles in my way, and I was completely sober.  Needless to say, I haven't grown out of being Clumsy.  Luckily, I was with my good friend Franz who helped me find the hospital and the care that I needed.  

Franz and I met back in High School in the United States.  He was on an exchange program and somehow ended up at North Platte High School.  It has been years since I saw him last, so I was really excited to catch up in Leipzig.  

Of course, when Franz and I get together there is bound to be an injury.  For example, there was the time back in North Platte when I took him out wake boarding and he hit his head on the board.  We rushed him to the emergency room only to find out that an adult had to sign off on his medical care, good thing my father was in the neighborhood and stopped by the hospital.  A few moments later in the operation room, Tim passed out from watching the doctors put stitches in Franz's head.  I was in a fit of laughter as the doctor told me to push the button for the nurses to come in the room to help tim.  At that moment Franz looked over at me and said "What is going on today?" 

Now here we were over ten years later and Franz is signing off on my care, well he didn't sign off but he did have to translate.  After spending 4 hours in the hospital, the doctor told me I should go home without a cast.  He told me I should keep moving the arm and that the fracture would heal in six weeks.  Six weeks!  How will I continue playing music?

Thankfully for me, Franz and his roommates are awesome!  They cooked for me and helped me get through life with only the usage of one arm.   I have to give a special shout out to Sam here for all the wonderful cooking.  I may have starved to death if they had not of been so kind.  However, as they pointed out they really didn't have a choice...