Reminders that you are frail and pathetic. - Page 3

I suffered a bad ankle sprain my senior year playing school tennis.

Oh, I have an even better one. A friend of mine, who is now 30 years old, went to Toys R Us for the midnight release of Star Wars toys (read: dolls) a couple years back (I'm assuming for the last film that had a theatrical run). So, he was standing in an orderly line, outside a toy store surrounded by children aged 5-10 years old and their mothers. The doors open, and chaos erupts as everyone goes sprinting in the store. My friend manages to run and push his way past all the children and ten feet into the store he badly twists his ankle and falls to the ground, getting trampled. He didn't get any Star Wars action figures that night.

/\\_/\\_/\\_/\\_____________*death*

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=th6Njr-qkq0 This video seems somewhat appropriate.

I realized I needed to join the gym a couple weeks back when I'd routinely pull a muscle in my back or leg when I reach across my bed to close the shutters, or pull the sheets tight, I'd freeze up and 'AAAGGHHH!'. Yeah.

I wake up sore the next day after not lifting for a week.

I pulled a muscle in the right side of my back 2 years ago playing golf; it was the day after I had gotten into a wrestling match with my (older, heavier, stronger) brother.

I couldn't lift my arms for about a month, and it still hurts sometimes, ugh.

I tore half the skin of both palms in a dirt bike crash 10yrs ago because I wasn't wearing gloves. I wore gloves after that.

Years ago, my younger brother threw a coke bottle at me and I turned into it - got a cut on my forehead and bled like an extreme wrestler.

It was an empty, plastic coke bottle.

The scar was at my hairline, at that time. Today it marks where my hairline used to start.

when you can't stay up past 1 and 5 hours of sleep is not enough.

I got TWO paper cuts this morning on two seperate occasions, and I yelped like a girl each time.

When you get an asthma attack, and you're using your every concentration in the world to breathe in and out, feeling light headed, and you've got crap in your lungs that is constantly present

...and Ventolin is your best friend.

Back in high school, i used to play alot of table tennis when i was out of class, and since it was a very small school, the game became a big hit with more or less the entire student body. Unfortunatly, we didnt have alot of space available, so our tabels were basically just standing in the middle of a slightly wider than usual hallway, meaning that, as a spectator, you sort of got closer to the action than you might ordinarialy have liked to. One day I'm watching a buddy of mine play, and its a really close, evenly matched game, so there's quite the crowd developing around the table. He's got the other guy on the ropes, and firing smash after accross the table, waiting for a nice high lob from his opponent to finally put the point away. After a few solid shots, he sees his opportunity and jumps on it with both hands; he rolls back and bends his knees a little as he starts his motion, and then explodes into the grandest single shot he can manage, part force, part flourish, and, unfortunatly, for me, part followthrough. His smash is so fierce that he lunges accross the table with it, pushing his entire body weight along with the racket, and with the god-given lanky and unco-ordinated arms that made him such a fine soccer player, he hits me square in the forehead with the side of the paddle from a good six of seven feet away. Immediately after getting hit, I remember nothing, but in the aftermath i somehow ended up with an orange sized lump oozing blood accross the right side of my face, two pupils of completely different sizes, a large permenant scar, and the most embarassing injury story ever. Not my best day.

My neck has been stiff as hell for 4 days now for absolutely no apparent reason... I haven't even done anything to injure it.