bella69
THAT REALLY HURT
Okay Jules. I posted it. This is what you look like when they finally take a tube out of your nose after you've spent an entire night barfing and jerking a wound about violently and then quit the painkillers, figuring the pain couldn't possibly be any worse than how much the barfing hurt you, and then being wrong. Got stitches around back too. (Duke University Medical Center, April 1995)
Okay, at 10ch's request, The Story: this is the result of one very poorly executed karate strike at full impact. Because of a scheduling snafu, the rec center doublebooked our belt test and I wound up going first in a room that was too cold. I didn't get a chance to warm up because we were too busy trying to find a room and, well, my soft tissue was too cold to do what I asked it to do but my bone kept going.
The impact shoved my arm bone through my rotator cuff and pretty much tore everything around it loose—snapping my bicep & tricep tendons, ripping my trapezius to shreds, etc.etc painful etc. Let's just say that the MRI report was sobering. It took 6 months of daily therapy to lift my arm off my body and the thing still won't go backwards or wrap around a squareback guitar for very long or let me lift a Miata ragtop from inside the car. Yuck.
This ended my karate, basketball, whitewater kayaking, and racquetball days in one fell swoop.
And GOD my hair was black ten years ago! There's a reason MHa used to sing "Black WAS the Color of My True Love's Hair."
Oh and about those red welts. This is also the day that I discovered that I am allergic to surgical tape.
THAT REALLY HURT
Okay Jules. I posted it. This is what you look like when they finally take a tube out of your nose after you've spent an entire night barfing and jerking a wound about violently and then quit the painkillers, figuring the pain couldn't possibly be any worse than how much the barfing hurt you, and then being wrong. Got stitches around back too. (Duke University Medical Center, April 1995)
Okay, at 10ch's request, The Story: this is the result of one very poorly executed karate strike at full impact. Because of a scheduling snafu, the rec center doublebooked our belt test and I wound up going first in a room that was too cold. I didn't get a chance to warm up because we were too busy trying to find a room and, well, my soft tissue was too cold to do what I asked it to do but my bone kept going.
The impact shoved my arm bone through my rotator cuff and pretty much tore everything around it loose—snapping my bicep & tricep tendons, ripping my trapezius to shreds, etc.etc painful etc. Let's just say that the MRI report was sobering. It took 6 months of daily therapy to lift my arm off my body and the thing still won't go backwards or wrap around a squareback guitar for very long or let me lift a Miata ragtop from inside the car. Yuck.
This ended my karate, basketball, whitewater kayaking, and racquetball days in one fell swoop.
And GOD my hair was black ten years ago! There's a reason MHa used to sing "Black WAS the Color of My True Love's Hair."
Oh and about those red welts. This is also the day that I discovered that I am allergic to surgical tape.