I think high-tech machines meant for every possible human need have been created. Take for example the one that analyzes the kinematics of the body. We went through one today; it was called the Motion Analyses Test. Had to travel to San Diego to be tested by the best in the profession, Dr Greg Rose. I was told, again, that I’ve got a problem with my balance and that my head tilts to the right while I throw. The mechanics, sequencing and timing isn’t right according to Dr Greg. I’ll need to work on my lower body. Being tall doesn’t help matters related to the center of gravity and balance required during pitching. I’ll also have to work on the release point of the shoulder. I have a lot of toil ahead of me.

Back at home; we had Marty sir and his wife over for dinner. Just like we promised. You’ll know the menu by now. We don’t want to risk making anything but pork ribs. However, I’m not gonna ever handle pork ribs after today. I cut couple of my fingers trying to slice it before serving. Marty sir called the cops. They need to be informed about the smallest incident here. Poor Marty sir came under suspicion initially when the cops got in. They left us with a hospital address once they were satisfied nothing untoward had happened.

I wish I hadn’t gone for any treatment though. I reeled at the bill they produced for some simple bandaging and a tetanus shot. 300 bucks! It’s whooping. They took me to the emergency room for such a clear-cut case (pun intended). I didn’t get any meds and neither did they do anything to ease the pain. To put salt to injury, we had a stack of forms to sign as a procedure. Deepesh sir and I went into hysterics and laughed our guts out. It was crazy. Back home in India, we would’ve gotten treated just fine for a mere twenty rupees. Healthcare here is indecently expensive. I hope I don’t make another visit to a hospital here for whatever reasons.