one armed idiot
toda i woke up and realize that the pain fairy visited me in the night. the pain fairy came and from the looks of things i must have left her a crsip one hunfred dollar bill under m pillow.
note my shitty typing. thats because im typinf with my left hand only wgile my right hand lies dead in my lap. and no, i wont be correcting my errors.
im 26. im in decent shape... or so i thought. until i played two hours of football yesterday. it was all fun and ganmes util i jumped to catvh a pass, twisted around in the air and hit the ground sprinting. i ran it in for a TD, bu i also pulled my left groin like it was made of warm taffy. what a letdown. i had even bought sweet ass sweatpatnts fro tj maxx for the occasion.
i hobbled off the field for a few and then went back out, this time no loger playng wide receiver, just offensive/defensive line.
went home limping and had no idea my wrist was trashed until i tried to push a chair in under my desk.
instant nauseating pain.
so now instead of driving in to typesetting job, which i need my right hand for
on my motorcycle, which i need my right hand for
and then later on to band practice, which i need my right hand for
im sitting here in sweet ass sweatpants, bored and in unbridled pain. the pain of a 1,000 old linebacker veterans, the pain of being born an idiot.
im going back to bed.
UPDATE
scheduled a doctors appointment for 1.30 today.
jus woke up.
at 2.00.
FUCKIN IDIOT
to the emergemcy room i go.
note my shitty typing. thats because im typinf with my left hand only wgile my right hand lies dead in my lap. and no, i wont be correcting my errors.
im 26. im in decent shape... or so i thought. until i played two hours of football yesterday. it was all fun and ganmes util i jumped to catvh a pass, twisted around in the air and hit the ground sprinting. i ran it in for a TD, bu i also pulled my left groin like it was made of warm taffy. what a letdown. i had even bought sweet ass sweatpatnts fro tj maxx for the occasion.
i hobbled off the field for a few and then went back out, this time no loger playng wide receiver, just offensive/defensive line.
went home limping and had no idea my wrist was trashed until i tried to push a chair in under my desk.
instant nauseating pain.
so now instead of driving in to typesetting job, which i need my right hand for
on my motorcycle, which i need my right hand for
and then later on to band practice, which i need my right hand for
im sitting here in sweet ass sweatpants, bored and in unbridled pain. the pain of a 1,000 old linebacker veterans, the pain of being born an idiot.
im going back to bed.
UPDATE
scheduled a doctors appointment for 1.30 today.
jus woke up.
at 2.00.
FUCKIN IDIOT
to the emergemcy room i go.
posted by Hooker at 9:34 AM
10 Comments:
I'm very impressed you wrote that whole thing with your left hand! Did it take you forever??
The groin thing, ouch... I don't envy you! I hope things get better!
don't you still have some painkillers from the jaw thing? There's worse things in life than staying home from work and eating pills, you know.
you goofy fuck. the only good thing to come out of that game? those super hot sweatpants.
feel better. drop me a line when you're back from the doctors.
Good luck. Hope you're lefthanded for everything else.
Painkillers. Plenty of painkillers.
Dumbass.
they didnt ive me pain pills for my jaw. only penicillin. im back, in a sling, useless as ever.
does this mean you're gonna quit music just like dave mustaine?
I'm guessing that last comment was left by Murf.
that sucks. I would have insisted on painkillers. "IT'S A TEN, DAMMIT, A TEN!!!"
I told them that if i moved my wrist out of "handshake" position the pain was a ten.
Unfortunately I'm 6'3" with a beard, hair down to my tits and was walking with a limp. They probably think I'm a vicious pill popper. I only got 5 vikes out of the deal. I don't even smoke weed for god sakes. Give me some pain pills when I actually need them.
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