"We can beat them forever and ever"
Sep. 4th, 2005 08:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolD'you know, I've never really been that injured at a BSU meeting. Once I went home early as I had the most amazing head injury, what with the three blows to my head and the possible concussion, but that's been the worst ever. I'm lucky, I suppose. I've been bruised, I've been cut, I've been battered but all in all, I've got off lightly.
Today, I managed to injure myself. A slow one, admittingly, but my ankle is swelling up alarmingly and taking the rest of my leg with it. For those unaware of the history of my right leg, I have a tendon and I call it Arthur. It occasionally calls a general strike and completely takes my out of action for a while. Arthur has stayed quiet recently, which is all well and good. I think, however, I may have angered him and brought down his wroth.
So, the injury. I had done well all day - I Bonded with my militia (after a rage-filled "FUCKING STAY IN FUCKING FORMATION OR I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU ALL MYSELF" rant earlier on - apologies all, particularly![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dreolic and zeta_of_s) and we were doing okay. I died in our most successful melee of the day, as one does, and trundled on back to collapse in the Dead Zone - better known as where all the bags where. I tried to be clever, and go down the short-cut path. Except, of course, my ankle went one way and I went the other.
This hurt rather a lot, but I gritted my teeth and bore with ti, and it seemed to settle down. A little stiff, certainly, but nothing life-threatening. Also, I wanted my sandwich.
So, I purchased my sandwich and returned to training. All good. I dropped Simon off home as has become my wont (he's practically on the way and I owed him for fixing Joan) and went for a shower. "Ow," I thought, as I left my shower. I had tea. "Ow," I thought again, and after I had done the cleaning I relaxed. I stood up to take my turn on the computer and nearly fell over.
Artuhr - or at least, a workmate of his - strikes again. Ankle has swollen up, knee is making some alarming sounds and the muscles are joining in possibly because they feel they should. I really hope this goes by tomorrow because OW IT IS STUPID.
I have nothing else of use to post today, other than a sense of melancholy that I have to go to work tomorrow and that my ankle really hurts. Hmmph. Still, remarkably good mood. So yay for that.
~Hathy_Col~
Today, I managed to injure myself. A slow one, admittingly, but my ankle is swelling up alarmingly and taking the rest of my leg with it. For those unaware of the history of my right leg, I have a tendon and I call it Arthur. It occasionally calls a general strike and completely takes my out of action for a while. Arthur has stayed quiet recently, which is all well and good. I think, however, I may have angered him and brought down his wroth.
So, the injury. I had done well all day - I Bonded with my militia (after a rage-filled "FUCKING STAY IN FUCKING FORMATION OR I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU ALL MYSELF" rant earlier on - apologies all, particularly
dreolic and zeta_of_s) and we were doing okay. I died in our most successful melee of the day, as one does, and trundled on back to collapse in the Dead Zone - better known as where all the bags where. I tried to be clever, and go down the short-cut path. Except, of course, my ankle went one way and I went the other.This hurt rather a lot, but I gritted my teeth and bore with ti, and it seemed to settle down. A little stiff, certainly, but nothing life-threatening. Also, I wanted my sandwich.
So, I purchased my sandwich and returned to training. All good. I dropped Simon off home as has become my wont (he's practically on the way and I owed him for fixing Joan) and went for a shower. "Ow," I thought, as I left my shower. I had tea. "Ow," I thought again, and after I had done the cleaning I relaxed. I stood up to take my turn on the computer and nearly fell over.
Artuhr - or at least, a workmate of his - strikes again. Ankle has swollen up, knee is making some alarming sounds and the muscles are joining in possibly because they feel they should. I really hope this goes by tomorrow because OW IT IS STUPID.
I have nothing else of use to post today, other than a sense of melancholy that I have to go to work tomorrow and that my ankle really hurts. Hmmph. Still, remarkably good mood. So yay for that.
~Hathy_Col~
