A tenuous one at best
Several years ago, a group of friends and I decided that we faniced a trip to the ice skating rink. Do not ask why we thought this was a good idea - I hadn't set foot on ice since I was little, and have the no sense of spacial awareness, balance or co-ordination and anyone who knows me knows that.
But here we were, ice skating and I was surprising myself with how well I was doing (in retrospect I probably looked like a mong on day-release). So chuffed was I with my new found "Torville and Dean" like ability, I forgot that old saying of how pride always comes before a fall.
Fear not this isn't a "I went on some ice and fell on my butt" story - if only - what happened was that I got on a fair lick of speed, lost control and went hacking into the board that serves as a wall to the ice rink. I hit shoulder first and it fucking hurt.

Some nice officals dragged my sorry, damp ass off the rink so as not to hinder other skaters; my mates point and laugh. I don't think much of the accident and figure painkillers will do the trick. They don't, should has now got a pulse and looks somewhat puffier than the other one.
I go home, winge to my parents and get no sympathy and go to bed. Mum was not happy when I stagger into the bedroom at 4am saying that my shoulder hurts too much to sleep. I am told to "get some bloody paracetomol(?) then and fuck off".

In the morning we make a trip down to A&E as I am still moaning about the shoulder. They x-ray it, and it turns out I dislocated a joint in my collar bone. The doctor asks how I did it and looks surprised when I tell him - apparently this kind of injury is most commonly seen in people who play contact sports like rugby. Shoulder was in a sling for 2 weeks and I still get mocked about it.


TL:DR - Ice skating is as dangerous as rugby apparently.
(Cydonija well it sure as shit ain't sad, Fri 20 Apr 2012, 10:40, Reply)