Collarbone Weather Detector

My clavicle aches when a storm is a brewin'.  Seriously, no joke.  It is like an arthritic knee, or some other dysfunctional appendage that old war veterans suffer with:"Yeah, Judith, I feel it in my bones this evening...we're going to get at least three inches of rain, with a cold northwesterly wind of about 20 miles per hour...best take in the umbrella in the backyard...and get me the electric heat pad, will ya?"

Carly, my wife, makes fun of me every time I whine and complain about it.  Sometimes I think it is in my head like all the crazy stuff that is supposed to happen during a full moon, but then, I truly do feel a dull throb and know I am not insane in my brain.  My collarbone gets achey when the weather changes.  It is as simple as that.  It must have something to do with barometric pressures or humidity or something. I don't know why it happens, but it does.  Really.  Any doctors out there that can shed some insight into this phenomenon?  Maybe I'll do my own research.  

Anyway, this is my right clavicle that I am discussing and it's an issue in my life because it has been busted and has obviously not healed normally.  It happened because of a memorable car accident that occurred in New Zealand.

I was driving a 1978 Mini Clubman, replete with my own hand-painted red and yellow racing stripes.  Gosh, I loved that car.  Carly and I were dating and going somewhere on a Friday night in downtown Christchurch.  The light was yellow and I was trying to make a right hand turn (which is a left hand turn here in the States).  The dude in the red civic with his three buddies (who were all drinking, by the way) decided to accelerate through the yellow. I did not see him, was distracted by the bright lights of the city, and decided to turn.  We met in the middle with a nice, scary crash.  Our cars were totaled, neither one of us had insurance because we didn't need to, and the entire impact seemed to have focused on one of the most fragile bones in the body.  It hurt....

My collarbone healed funny and now I am wise to changes in the weather.  I tell this anecdote because I think it is an interesting story about me.  If I don't appreciate and record my own stories, no one else will, right?  And so, this blog begins.  I am unique, and so is everyone else.  It's time to start writing and  reflecting on this wonderful, interesting world around me.  It's time to tell my own stories before my mind loses them forever.

It would be nice to share my thoughts with other readers instead of typing only for myself, so if I stumble onto something that piques your curiosity, please feel free to write me back encouraging words about what an amazing writer and person I am.  And if you think I'm an idiot, feel free to point it out, but just remember that "I am vast and contain multitudes," so perhaps on another day I won't be as stupid.  And so, it is past 10:00 p.m., our faux dow comforter is now completely dry, and I am ready for sleep.  The blogging adventure has officially begun...