ComicCon results from two weeks ago:
"Zombie's one -- Human's zero!"
That, at least, is the way our nurse claimed that the X-ray tech reported the results of my wife's foot exam two Saturdays ago. Those of you who read my last post, know that my son attended ComicCon in Phoenix. But, what I didn't tell you is that my wife, Madeleine, went with him on Saturday because I had to work.
My wife understood the rules -- All but one!
You have to shoot a zombie in the HEAD, because that's the seat of the creature's malfunctioning brain. My wife blazed away at the zombies, who mostly fell down -- except for one female of he species, who kept coming back for more. When she snatched at Madeleine's foot, my wife stepped back and turned in the same instant.
Her reward? The zombie gave up, and the fifth metatarsal (the long bone in the foot behind the pinky toe) on Mad's right foot went POP! A spiral fracture, which the doctor said is sometimes called, "The dancer's break," due to the rotating back step that often proves the catalyst. My wife, whom I first met while we both members of the 101st Airborne Division, then proceeded to accompany my son through the rest of that day's Comicon, a task that necessitates walking for (quite literally -- in the true sense of the word) miles.
She proved a sensation at the hospital that evening, however. Nurses and orderlies kept sneeking in to ask, "Is it true? You broke your foot fighting zombies? How AWESOME!"
"You're a celebrity," I told her.
"We're getting old." She shook her head. "They aren't excited about the zombies. It's the idea that an old lady broke her foot while fighting zombies. That's what they find awesome."
"Oh, that's not true," I replied.
"Yes it is. And we are getting old."
|Our sons, Joe (with beard) and Quentin (red shirt,cowboy hat)|
appear on the evening news, in a story about Comicon.
"Your not old! You're not even fifty, honey!"
She rolled her eyes. "You're killing me here. You're killing me."
Maybe I should have said, "...not even forty...."
Both of my feet still work, so duty calls.
I'll see you again in two weeks!