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In a vain attempt to stop this journal seeming like a one topic thread since its return from a some what unexplained 6 month quiet period. I would like to start by saying that something vaguely interesting happened to me other than that, sadly i must apologize as, well.....
So i was playing football tonight, as some people do, (I hear it is a way to 'keep fit' - this kind of implies that one is already at the desired level of fitness and is merely performing a top up to the level so to speak.) which the astute amongst you (i.e. the vast majority) may realize was a bad idea, unlike me.
near the start of the game after some debacle about not having a ball to play with, I turned sharply slipped on the sandy astroturf. I went down like a great big sack of shit and my arms went out in front of me to stop my face hitting the deck unfortunately my knees had already hit the surface and i now have a 2" carpet burn to my right knee cap, oh and my arm dislocated again, bugger.
A few of the player came over to see if i was alright, i told them my arm had come out, this time it was not going back in on its own. One of the crowd asked if i required first aid, or if i need a trip to casualty. However having already paid my two pounds and there being ladies and more importantly marketing types i refused to show weakness in the face of the enemy (or to look like a wuss in front of the marketing people, cause us technicals are 'ard see)
So like some crazy, out of control, loose cannon maverick cop, who had just tried to jump a gap in a half build freeway intersection flyover while chasing the bad guys in high speed car chase, i declined the offer of casualty saying 'it'll be alright i'll just put it back in' as i start to raise my arm into positions it didn't want to be in. the onlookers asking if i was alright like the construction workers in the film, as i managed to force the thing back in. Some one else asks if i can do that, just as it makes a loud bone-and-cartilage-grinding-over-one-another crunch! I replied with i can now.
After a few more words of reassurance from me that i was not in any pain we continued playing, as you do. Until about half an hour later when i was in goal and went to catch a cross from a corner only for it to jar my shoulder out again. The woman on our team asked if it had come out again i said no (cause i'm reet 'ard me) and with a deft flick got it back into joint.
I'm now sat with the most used bag of frozen peas ever ( i'm never eating them they are far to useful supplying an ice pack for injuries) wondering about getting the blood and sand off my knee and about the fact that, further surgery is an absolute must, at this point guarantied, whether or not to change the name of this journal to 'The life and times of a weak and feeble shoulder and the person attached to it' , and if i'm going to be nicknamed Riggs at work (although i'm more likely to be nick named Rigsby - ask your parents)
oh and whilst i remember i got home and tried to make bacon sandwiches ony to set the pan and very nearly my kitchen on fire....... twice *face palm (but not the one from teh duff shoulder)* Current Mood: amused
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