Don't expect any more posts from me...
...I bought 'Elder Scrolls IV:Oblivion' at the weekend for my Xbox360. There goes my life then. :)
In other news, last Thursday I broke my nose. I know I broke it, cos before Thursday it didn't move, and now it does.
I've recently started going to my acrobatics evening again. I used to go, but I injured my hip, my shoulder and my knee so I had to quit for a while. During this period of rest, I started to learn Japanese, and even got my work to pay for me to go on a course.
However although the Japanese was good, and my writing skills improved no end, I didn't enjoy going as much as I should have, because most of the time I was there, I was hungry. The course ran from 7-9pm, and couldn't have been at a worse time for me.
I don't normally get hungry in the evening until about 8pm, so I would always get really hungry halfway through, which would affect my concentration. That and the fact that the lessons were a full 2 hours without a break, and by the end of it, my brain would have just given up.
Also, being from 7-9pm was about the worst time possible. If it were earlier I could have gone from work, done it from 5-7, then come home and had tea, and an evening free. If it were later I could have done something else prior (like eat!), and done this later.
The final reason for me quitting was that I wanted to go to the gymnastics/acrobatics, and the times overlapped. As I have been learning Japanese off my own back anyway, I figured I might as well continue my studies at my own pace on my own.
So anyway, I'm at the gym. It has all the equipment you'd expect from a gymnastics gymnasium - foam pits, trampolines, sprung floors, crashmats, etc etc. Someone had set up a springboard by the foam pit, so I thought I'd try a double somersault into the foam pit. The first time I didn't quite make it round the second rotation, and I landed on the bottom of my back. Close, but not quite there, as Roy Walker would say.
I tried again. This time the spin and the height were there. I completed the 2 full spins, and landed on my heels/backside. Unfortunately, I'd forgotten the one golden rule of somersaults - keep your legs apart while tucking, to avoid hitting your head on your knees if things go wrong. Things, unfortunately, went rather wrong. I'm pleased to tell you that I landed the double somersault. However the amount of rotation I had generated was impressive, and unluckily for me the momentum carried over was enough to force my face and my knee into meeting, at high speed.
I hit my forehead so hard on my kneebone that I actually broke the skin, and my face smashed into my contracted (and therefore tensed and rock solid) thigh muscle.
So feeling slightly woozy, I climbed out of the foam pit, held my hand out under my nose, and wondered why it wasn't bleeding. I've only ever had a nosebleed once before, at school, and it was because I'd run into the back of a newly opened door but that was barely a tap compared to the knock I had just taken in the gym.
I looked at the palm of my hand for a couple more seconds, wondering where the blood was. Then it came. I was suprised more than anything, because the last and only other nose bleed I had, was barely a trickle. This looked like someone had just opened a sluice gate to a canal full of my blood. The blood literally fell out of my nose, like my head was a giant blood filled jug. The skull was full of blood, and my nose was the pourer. So after the initial shock (which wasn't long, as I had to figure out quickly what to do with all my 'excess' blood) I tilted my head back and proceeded to drink the blood. I didn't really wanna get it all over the gym, so I sat down, tilted my head back, and tried not to choke on my own blood as I let the blood flow down the back of my throat, whilst I tried to get the occasional breath in.
About 10-15 minutes later the blood stopped, and I was able to go in hunt of a tissue. Suprisingly though, I didn't get a drop of blood anywhere. For all I could see, there was no blood in the foam pit, or on the floor, or even on me! I mean I had some on my hands and face, but I managed to avoid getting any on my clothes too! Considering I must have bled a good 2 pints (I'm really not kidding, it bled like a muthafucka), I thought I did quite well.
So, I ended up with a broken nose. After the bleeding stopped, I went in search of an ice pack, and while that was being dug out, I 'clicked' my nose back into place. It seems mostly straight, I think. The worst damage I've done to myself in my opinion, is to my teeth. Where I smashed my face into my thigh, I think I've actually displaced one of my teeth, the right hand front one (from my perspective). It did used to stick out a little bit, but it sticks out more now. As if I needed any more help with looking ugly! The weirdest thing though, is that when I press on the side of my nose, I can feel what I can only describe as 'pressure' on my tooth, the one that got 'displaced'.
Anyone know if dentists can sort out teeth without using braces? :)
I've now got a couple of fine black eyes, my nose is throbbing with pain, and my tooth is not only out of place, but it hurts when I touch my nose.
The ironic thing is that these photos really don't show the magnificent range of colours my face is currently displaying. I've accused of being at the front of a glam punk revival a couple of times today already. I told a few people that I was rescuing cute puppies from a burning building, and I told a few others that I had started my own Fight Club.
Hehehe.
In other news, last Thursday I broke my nose. I know I broke it, cos before Thursday it didn't move, and now it does.
I've recently started going to my acrobatics evening again. I used to go, but I injured my hip, my shoulder and my knee so I had to quit for a while. During this period of rest, I started to learn Japanese, and even got my work to pay for me to go on a course.
However although the Japanese was good, and my writing skills improved no end, I didn't enjoy going as much as I should have, because most of the time I was there, I was hungry. The course ran from 7-9pm, and couldn't have been at a worse time for me.
I don't normally get hungry in the evening until about 8pm, so I would always get really hungry halfway through, which would affect my concentration. That and the fact that the lessons were a full 2 hours without a break, and by the end of it, my brain would have just given up.
Also, being from 7-9pm was about the worst time possible. If it were earlier I could have gone from work, done it from 5-7, then come home and had tea, and an evening free. If it were later I could have done something else prior (like eat!), and done this later.
The final reason for me quitting was that I wanted to go to the gymnastics/acrobatics, and the times overlapped. As I have been learning Japanese off my own back anyway, I figured I might as well continue my studies at my own pace on my own.
So anyway, I'm at the gym. It has all the equipment you'd expect from a gymnastics gymnasium - foam pits, trampolines, sprung floors, crashmats, etc etc. Someone had set up a springboard by the foam pit, so I thought I'd try a double somersault into the foam pit. The first time I didn't quite make it round the second rotation, and I landed on the bottom of my back. Close, but not quite there, as Roy Walker would say.
I tried again. This time the spin and the height were there. I completed the 2 full spins, and landed on my heels/backside. Unfortunately, I'd forgotten the one golden rule of somersaults - keep your legs apart while tucking, to avoid hitting your head on your knees if things go wrong. Things, unfortunately, went rather wrong. I'm pleased to tell you that I landed the double somersault. However the amount of rotation I had generated was impressive, and unluckily for me the momentum carried over was enough to force my face and my knee into meeting, at high speed.
I hit my forehead so hard on my kneebone that I actually broke the skin, and my face smashed into my contracted (and therefore tensed and rock solid) thigh muscle.
So feeling slightly woozy, I climbed out of the foam pit, held my hand out under my nose, and wondered why it wasn't bleeding. I've only ever had a nosebleed once before, at school, and it was because I'd run into the back of a newly opened door but that was barely a tap compared to the knock I had just taken in the gym.
I looked at the palm of my hand for a couple more seconds, wondering where the blood was. Then it came. I was suprised more than anything, because the last and only other nose bleed I had, was barely a trickle. This looked like someone had just opened a sluice gate to a canal full of my blood. The blood literally fell out of my nose, like my head was a giant blood filled jug. The skull was full of blood, and my nose was the pourer. So after the initial shock (which wasn't long, as I had to figure out quickly what to do with all my 'excess' blood) I tilted my head back and proceeded to drink the blood. I didn't really wanna get it all over the gym, so I sat down, tilted my head back, and tried not to choke on my own blood as I let the blood flow down the back of my throat, whilst I tried to get the occasional breath in.
About 10-15 minutes later the blood stopped, and I was able to go in hunt of a tissue. Suprisingly though, I didn't get a drop of blood anywhere. For all I could see, there was no blood in the foam pit, or on the floor, or even on me! I mean I had some on my hands and face, but I managed to avoid getting any on my clothes too! Considering I must have bled a good 2 pints (I'm really not kidding, it bled like a muthafucka), I thought I did quite well.
So, I ended up with a broken nose. After the bleeding stopped, I went in search of an ice pack, and while that was being dug out, I 'clicked' my nose back into place. It seems mostly straight, I think. The worst damage I've done to myself in my opinion, is to my teeth. Where I smashed my face into my thigh, I think I've actually displaced one of my teeth, the right hand front one (from my perspective). It did used to stick out a little bit, but it sticks out more now. As if I needed any more help with looking ugly! The weirdest thing though, is that when I press on the side of my nose, I can feel what I can only describe as 'pressure' on my tooth, the one that got 'displaced'.
Anyone know if dentists can sort out teeth without using braces? :)
I've now got a couple of fine black eyes, my nose is throbbing with pain, and my tooth is not only out of place, but it hurts when I touch my nose.
The ironic thing is that these photos really don't show the magnificent range of colours my face is currently displaying. I've accused of being at the front of a glam punk revival a couple of times today already. I told a few people that I was rescuing cute puppies from a burning building, and I told a few others that I had started my own Fight Club.
Hehehe.
Ryaninja flipped out at 4:18 pm
Throw me a Stabby Shuriken - 4 thrown so far!
4 Comments:
If you rode your motorbike to the gym, why didn't you just leave your helmet on? The added weight at one end our your body should help you spin around faster too. I failed in physics, so do not take this as the truth. While watching a hockey game this week, the commentators were talking about a guy who got hit the face by a puck. Knocked out three teeth and tore his lip up something terrible. Amazingly, he came back in the game and assisted in scoring the winning goal. The next day, he went to the dentist, who actually had to cut away part of the damaged flesh in the guys mouth to be able to sew the wound shut. He played for the Edmonton Oilers and his name was Smythe I believe, so call Canada and ask around for his dentist. On a sick note, how did you have bloody stools after your two pint blood soda?
I remember when my nose was broken at an (ahem) Iron Maiden concert - it was pretty much like you described, no blood for a while, then gallons of the stuff. Awesome! Unlike you, I managed to drench my new tour t-shirt in blood.
I wish I'd have come up with that fight club excuse, that's awesome. People could believe that. They'd never believe the "saving puppies" excuse, as I was once arrested for putting puppies in burning buildings.
Anyway, it's good to see you're getting back into ninja training :)
Jeff, thanks for the dentistry info. Next time I'm passing Canada, I'll pop in and enquire about the Dentist. In terms of the helmet, your physics theory sounds alright in principle, but I'm not sure it would work in practice, as you would have to generate more spin than usual to get the extra mass spinning. Also, rather than breaking my nose, I'd have either broken my knee, or my helmet, both of which are expensive to replace.
Also, I believe that height is more important than rotation speed as a somersault is easier to do with a slower rotation and more height, than a fast, less height one. The extra weight would leave you in trouble I fear...!
As for the Red poo - no, not to my knowledge. Admittedly I didn't check my turds for blood the following day, so it could've happened and I didn't notice. I can confirm that blue strawberry laces (the sweets) make your turds dark green. I'm guessing that this means my stomache acid is yellow.
As for the ninja skills, I'm not going tonight, because I'm freaking knackered from the lack of sleep, and also cos my nose still hurts somewhat, and I want to wait until it's all healed before I go again. Should be all good for next week...
It is so pity really. I am regretting for this brutal act.
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