I thought it was a rule: If you played in a band for years, you earned your unwelcomed tinitest. I always thought it would be the drum side but, nope, guitar side. Anyway, we were loading out after a 4 hour club gig in Detroit. It was January, cold, and 2:30 in the morning. I was pushing a load on casters out to the bus under a covered walkway. Then someone "not in the band" said: "let me give you a hand".
He caught me completely off guard and down I went. I heard it snap before I really felt it. It was a broken right wrist. Wonderful! Here came the calvary to help me be broken. The whole band finished load out, got in the bus and went to the hospital. That was a show in itself! The ER Doc wanted to cast it. I asked him for a good brace instead and I'd see my doctor Monday.
We had a one week layover before heading to Chicago. So, we headed back to west Michigan. My drummer was like a mother hen. I iced the hell out of it for the week, never went to my doctor, and played the following weekends gig. It wasn't my best effort but, it went OK. The following gig went much better. I know I would have cut any cast off as soon as I could. I think the doc knew it to.
He caught me completely off guard and down I went. I heard it snap before I really felt it. It was a broken right wrist. Wonderful! Here came the calvary to help me be broken. The whole band finished load out, got in the bus and went to the hospital. That was a show in itself! The ER Doc wanted to cast it. I asked him for a good brace instead and I'd see my doctor Monday.
We had a one week layover before heading to Chicago. So, we headed back to west Michigan. My drummer was like a mother hen. I iced the hell out of it for the week, never went to my doctor, and played the following weekends gig. It wasn't my best effort but, it went OK. The following gig went much better. I know I would have cut any cast off as soon as I could. I think the doc knew it to.