I was following your story and Rider's comments, and I found it very interesting. I was at the Man the night you broke your leg. The plywood sound was AWFUL! In fact I was standing right behind you when you went down the poll.
Don't worry though, I didn't push you.
I couldn't push you because my hands were full holding my stuff and YOUR drink cup. See, despite my many attempts to talk you out of going down the poll, especially in your staggering drunkenous, you didn't want to listen. You handed me your cup, reached out (realized the poll wasn't as close as you had thought), slipped and WHACK! It really was an awful sound, and the look on your face told me and the rest of your campmates what happened. So we pushed our way through the crowd, plowed through the maze, and rushed to find you with a Ranger.
I understand how the trauma of the accident and the embarassment of alcohol induced stupidity can skew your recollection of what really happened (we've all done that), but that's the real story behind the broken leg.
Now let me ask you an easy question. You're out fishing with someone you consider a friend, maybe not a person that you see everyday, but someone you genuinely feel affection towards. You both live in different areas, and meet at this remote mountain lake every year to fish together. Well, sure enough just as the fish start biting, he trips and breaks his arm. Not maybe broken, but "no doubt in the world" broken.
As a friend that cares about him do you hand him a beer and say "Don't leave, the fishing is great! Who needs two good arms anyway...let me wait on you hand and feet for the rest of the week. I really wanted to go fish that stream, but I guess I'll tie your shoes and wipe your ass instead! Can't miss the FISHINING!!!"
Or, as someone that cares do you say "man, it's just a fishing trip, you need to get to a hospital. You can always fish again next year. Your injury is fucking serious, you need to leave now!"
I hope the good people of Stag Camp would act like "family" and urge you to put your health ahead of a party.
As far as how you were treated by your campmates, despite being in agonizing pain the entire time, YOU put a week of "fun" ahead of a medical emergency. YOUR OWN MEDICAL EMERGENCY! I'm sorry, YOU weren't willing to sacrifice your fun for your own health, but WE were supposed to sacrifice our fun for YOU?
When you were in camp you were constantly moaning and groaning (understandable with a broken leg!) while bringing the spirit and engery of the rest of the camp down. When you weren't in camp you were mooching free drinks from the bar camp down the street. Bringing their spirit down too.
Your own selfishness caused you to be ostracized from your "family" and negatively effected the Burn of people you say you cared for.
What kind of help did you want offered? Did you want someone to fan you and feed you grapes? Were you expecting all the guys in camp to carry you from camp to camp?
We tried hanging out with you, but all you did was complain about the pain you were in...yet you didn't want REAL help.
Despite all that, I helped you get to see the Man burn. It was an exhausting strain. A strain YOU put on me and the rest of VaChina Town. A strain that we put up with and dealt with because that's what "family" does.
And a couple of years later, here I find you...throwing US under the bus.
I thought you were "family".
I thought you were a friend.
I thought you were a VaChina!
Instead I find out you're just a vagina...