Embarrassing Injuries
Sometimes your mind isn't quite on the job in hand, the throes of passion get, well, passionate and something goes painfully wrong. Ok, so you wouldn't tell your mates how you got injured, but you can tell us... we won't laugh. Much.
( , Thu 2 Sep 2004, 10:25)
Sometimes your mind isn't quite on the job in hand, the throes of passion get, well, passionate and something goes painfully wrong. Ok, so you wouldn't tell your mates how you got injured, but you can tell us... we won't laugh. Much.
( , Thu 2 Sep 2004, 10:25)
« Go Back
Don't TOUCH me!!
Not so much the injury as the incidents surrounding it.
I play rugby. Small girl syndrome or something like that. The coach for my university team was introduced to them by me. He was my fella, and he offered to help the team out. 3 weeks later he'd dumped me and started shagging our captain. Needless to say I wasn't happy about this (devastated would have been closer). But I chose to take my anger out on my sport.
So it's winter, the ground is frozen and we're doing tackling practice. He's giving stick so I do a really big tackle, and as I'm turning to pass the ball out of it my studs stick a bit in the ground and I go over on my ankle with a really loud crunching cracking sound.
I thought I'd just sprained it, but at the hospital it turned out I'd snapped my fibula in bits.
I'm lying on the floor in a world of pain when EX comes over and says
"Do you want me to carry you"
I manage to pull myself to gether for a few seconds to growl/shout the immortal lines
"I don't want you to EVER touch me again!!" Then the crying started.
I practically hopped across the pitch resting on a friend's shoulder before collapsing into more tears out of his sight. BASTARD.
( , Fri 3 Sep 2004, 14:57, Reply)
Not so much the injury as the incidents surrounding it.
I play rugby. Small girl syndrome or something like that. The coach for my university team was introduced to them by me. He was my fella, and he offered to help the team out. 3 weeks later he'd dumped me and started shagging our captain. Needless to say I wasn't happy about this (devastated would have been closer). But I chose to take my anger out on my sport.
So it's winter, the ground is frozen and we're doing tackling practice. He's giving stick so I do a really big tackle, and as I'm turning to pass the ball out of it my studs stick a bit in the ground and I go over on my ankle with a really loud crunching cracking sound.
I thought I'd just sprained it, but at the hospital it turned out I'd snapped my fibula in bits.
I'm lying on the floor in a world of pain when EX comes over and says
"Do you want me to carry you"
I manage to pull myself to gether for a few seconds to growl/shout the immortal lines
"I don't want you to EVER touch me again!!" Then the crying started.
I practically hopped across the pitch resting on a friend's shoulder before collapsing into more tears out of his sight. BASTARD.
( , Fri 3 Sep 2004, 14:57, Reply)
« Go Back