busted my ankle at basketball last night. went up for a rebound and came down on someone's foot and collapsed in a heap.think i should go and get some x-rays...
i don't know about you guys but as soon as something like this happens, no matter how old i get, i'm straight on the phone to mum. it'll be scary when there's no mum to turn to to ask for medical advice....
so i'm sitting here at work with my foot bandaged up, matrying myslef as always. most people would have stayed at home but not me... noooo. i always have to go to work. i've got a long history of this shit.
incident one:
i'm working at a gourmet pizza shop, my first real job outside of school. i was a kitchen hand, showing out my blistering knife work cutting some chicken, still a little stoned from the previous evening's bout of bongs and nintendo (hey i was 18, my entire social life revolved around bongs and nintendo. and a girl who i used to go and shag, then leave her and go and meet my friends for bongs and nintendo. why did she put up with it?) anyway. i'm chopping chicken a waiter friend distracts my, and before you know it, i've chopped off the top of my middle finger, half way down the finger nail. that feeling of sharp chef's knife going thrugh your flesh isn't something you forget quickly.
anyway, it's bad, i'm bleeding, in shock and have a bit of my finger on the chopping board. i manage to take myself to the local medical centre, where they procede to SOLDER my finger back together as you can't do stiches on a finger. and yes, FUCK it hurt. so after all this trauma and with my finger bandaged up. what do i do?
go back to work. you'd think cutting your finger off would pretty much entitle you to a afternoon on the couch and some sick pay, but nooooooo. i always have to go to work. damn protestant work ethic.
incident two:
i'm working as a deckhand on a big yacht in the mediterranean. it's the day before we sail for or first charter. long story short, i crash the boat's motorino into a light pole on the only corner of an otherwise straight road. bust my knee and my ego. go back to work with a knee with no ligaments. on a boat. with slippery decks. for the first month it would pop out about three times a day..... but i kept workin.....
jesus.... and here i am today, when i should be at home on the couch playing shenmue 2.... on the flip side i do get to hang out with the power rangers actresses all day. and one of them, melanie vallejo, is so offensively beautiful and funny she has been fall in love with her on the streets
what have you broken and how?
i don't know about you guys but as soon as something like this happens, no matter how old i get, i'm straight on the phone to mum. it'll be scary when there's no mum to turn to to ask for medical advice....
so i'm sitting here at work with my foot bandaged up, matrying myslef as always. most people would have stayed at home but not me... noooo. i always have to go to work. i've got a long history of this shit.
incident one:
i'm working at a gourmet pizza shop, my first real job outside of school. i was a kitchen hand, showing out my blistering knife work cutting some chicken, still a little stoned from the previous evening's bout of bongs and nintendo (hey i was 18, my entire social life revolved around bongs and nintendo. and a girl who i used to go and shag, then leave her and go and meet my friends for bongs and nintendo. why did she put up with it?) anyway. i'm chopping chicken a waiter friend distracts my, and before you know it, i've chopped off the top of my middle finger, half way down the finger nail. that feeling of sharp chef's knife going thrugh your flesh isn't something you forget quickly.
anyway, it's bad, i'm bleeding, in shock and have a bit of my finger on the chopping board. i manage to take myself to the local medical centre, where they procede to SOLDER my finger back together as you can't do stiches on a finger. and yes, FUCK it hurt. so after all this trauma and with my finger bandaged up. what do i do?
go back to work. you'd think cutting your finger off would pretty much entitle you to a afternoon on the couch and some sick pay, but nooooooo. i always have to go to work. damn protestant work ethic.
incident two:
i'm working as a deckhand on a big yacht in the mediterranean. it's the day before we sail for or first charter. long story short, i crash the boat's motorino into a light pole on the only corner of an otherwise straight road. bust my knee and my ego. go back to work with a knee with no ligaments. on a boat. with slippery decks. for the first month it would pop out about three times a day..... but i kept workin.....
jesus.... and here i am today, when i should be at home on the couch playing shenmue 2.... on the flip side i do get to hang out with the power rangers actresses all day. and one of them, melanie vallejo, is so offensively beautiful and funny she has been fall in love with her on the streets
what have you broken and how?
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there was a little thought at the back of his mind, freaking out about being over-committed. our relationship was so safe he didn't talk to me about it [which is so wrong] because he couldn't articulate it himself. i agree, he did this so something would happen but now the damage is too great. i think he got freaked out by the idea of moving to melbourne together [for his studies]. that is a big deal and commitment with a capital 'c'. i just wished he had said something first. i cannot stop crying. i know my situation is not unique, but it hurts.
hugs!
the chopping board finger incident sounds pretty full on, Ive actually done the same thing making cocktails ...... twice haha....