My arm
October 25th, 2009
Not long after our time with the lepers and HIV/Aids women ended we had a choice of playing cricket or going to the beach. I elected going to the beach and after about a 20 minute drive we were at the Bay of Bengal.
After spending some tiome playing in the water and collecting sea shells we had a suprise; 5 women from Light of Love arrived with soda, chilled water bottles, crackers and small cakes. Right then and there we had all the fixings for a party and so we partied, Indian style.
No party is complete without a game, so we were taught Kabadi, which I can only describe as a form of tag. It involves 2 equally divided teams, a couple of lines drawn in the sand involving a home base safe zone, a middle line which is crossed when you go into the other teams territory and one or two other things which I can’t remember.
You play by having 1 person from one team cross the center line into the others territory and try to tag any one of them while not getting taken down or tackled on their side of the center line.
the game proved to be quite fun and there were about 16 of us playing it. As we were well into it, one of the guys from WFC who is my height but about 50 lbs. heavier and 10 years wiser than me came over and we were able to take him down but it took 4 of us to do it.
So now its his turn again and I am more determined than ever to tackle him solo. So I come at him, grab him with my left arm fully extended and tried to use the momentum to curl him into me so I could take him down, (the same type of move I use on kids when they are trying to get by but what they really want is someone to grab them) anyway Allen is a lot heavier and stronger than I suspected and tore away from my arm tackle pretty easily and in the process I heard something tear in my bicep and down I went.
The usual post injury stuff happened, one of the other guys, Troy, took over and said let’s not play anymore since its getting dark and Viser is hurt. Jason gave me 3 Advil and countless Indians massaged, flexed, pushed and pulled my arm all with the hope that it would help, but it did’nt.
They loaded me up and took me into town to find a doctor. He confirmed my suspicion and diagnosed torn muscle tissue in the bicep which resulted in a sling and a shot along with some tablets for pain and swelling.
So here I sit with pain and a sling; oh well it could have been worse.
I don’t know which was worse the injury or Valerie telling me on the way to the car how much fun was being had until someone had to get hurt; isn’t thay always the case?
Ahhh,never a dull moment when in India my brother!! Hope you recover soon…blessings to all.
Lynn
If it’s not your knee, it’s your back. If it’s not your back it’s your ARM. You’re falling apart on us man! Just add add’l quantities FOR YOU of that anti-inflammatory you’re getting for me over there!
That story’s too funny… Sorry you were hurt though. :) Sounds like fun…
Praying Eph. 6 over your team. Take it easy my friend. Praying for Primdas too. Tell Troy we love and miss him.
I think it is not nice that this made me chuckle…only you Mike…only you. Give everybody hugs for me. Prayin for you bro!
Ooh…ouch. You never told me there is a beach 20 minutes from LOL. I love Valerie’s comment- it’s good you have a Mom there :)