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So, why did I recently learn the spanish word for crooked?  Well, it starts out that every Tuesday night a bunch of us students get together and play soccer in the gym on campus.  It’s a chance for us to get some excercise, have some fun and get a little more familiar with an important part of Latin American culture.  I’ve been thinking that I needed to post something about this.   So, as usual we were there playing last night… my team wasn’t doing so hot… but that’s beside the point.  The ball went out of bounds so my teammate kicked it in and I jumped up to “head” the ball into the goal.  The next thing I know theres an audible “crack!” and intense shooting pain in the middle of my face.  Apparently I caught more of somebody else’s head than I did the ball… it’s ok though, my nose cushioned the blow.

Yep. Very broken. The pain was surprisingly not that bad, but there was a lot of blood. So, I walked to the Fletcher’s house, called the doctor and then Lee went with me to the emergency room where I got looked at, got some painkillers and some x-rays and made an appointment with our regular doctor for the morning. I met with him this morning and he referred me to a specialist. Then, this afternoon I met with the specialist (a plastic surgeon), and he confirmed that indeed the bone is broken and that I’m going to have to have surgery to fix it. Now I’m scheduled for surgery tomorrow evening at 6:30 at Clinica Biblica. They are going to put me completely under and I’ll have to spend the night in the hospital.

So this is officially my first broken bone and my first surgery. Two firsts I think I could have done without. The surgery is not supposed to be risky but none-the-less I’m going to be completely unconcious on an operating table in a foreign country. We certainly appreciate your prayers.