Last Saturday my mate Chris played his second game of basketball in as many years as I've been out of the game.
On the day he played I received a call from him a little earlier than usual.
"Hey man, it's me."
I could sense something was wrong, basketballs were bouncing in the background umpire's whistles were blowing.
"You're not going to guess what's just happened?"
"What do you think could be the worst thing that could happen to me?"
Your ex falls pregnant with your baby? I joke in my mind.
"Oh no," I pause trying to think of what it could possibly be and then it hits me, "it's not your knee is it?"
The reason Chris left basketball many years ago was a knee injury that happened on court. He required surgery and rehab just to regain his ability to walk again. I never thought he would've played again... it seems I was kinda right.
"Yes, but it's not the one I had surgery on!"
"It's the other one."
I couldn't believe it, but then again I couldn't similarly believe that he wasn't in excruciating pain!?
"Are you sure it's snapped?"
And no doubt he would know.
He was then escorted by his folks and admitted to Fremantle Hospital for surgery.
Of which he is still in hospital waiting his turn.
While most of this story has been quite a shock it received an even shocking reception from me last night when I visited Andrew and Pauline.
"Have you been in to see Chris since he's been admitted to hospital?" Pauline asked.
"No, I haven't."
Unfortunately my sister, on the same day Chris snapped his knee, drove up over a curb whilst driving back from a night out with her new man (luckily she was the only person in the car).
So all week I've been without a car while she tries to find a sump, new tyres and other odds and ends needed to fix her car.
"We saw him last night," Pauline continued.
"Oh yes, and how was he."
"He seemed fine. They've been keeping him on pain killers while he waits."
"I would've thought the Freo nurses would've sedated him enough," I joke.
"...or Emily," Pauline dryly adds.
I couldn't believe it. The very woman he vowed to finally get over and move on with his life now was nursing him.
Apparently his folks visited him one night to see her "all over him".
Just when everyone concerned thought both of them were going to do the "mature" thing and go their separate ways, it seems it's back on again.
I've never known such a rollercoaster relationship.
I mean, if you've broken up with someone 5 times while casually dating during the space of about 3-4 years, then got back together the sixth time by having him propose, then broke off the engagement the week after the engagement party, got back together because they couldn't get a refund for their honeymoon trip, broke up after their honeymoon trip, and now (as it appears) back together again!?!?!?!
And no I'm not exaggerating!
It's worse than a soapie.
And that's what frustrates me about the whole ordeal. I couldn't care less who he marries - even if it's her, I'd just wish he'd be man enough to make a decision and stick with it. If you're going to marry, put up with her, if you're not - take separate paths and get on with your lives.
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