Rugby and dog shit.
I'm a skinny guy, always have been. This makes it thrice as painful when playing rugby or contact sports in school, so I always made excuses to not have to partake. This involved forgeries, tales of woe and other such bullshit.

But the one day I was FORCED to play ended up in complete disaster as no sooner had I managed to get the ball and run, I was crunched to the ground by some big guy and I lay in a stunned and painful heap. But despite the pain in my back and bruised pride, I felt blood flowing down my leg. Closer inspection revealed that I had been studded and it had torn the flesh and I was sent off the pitch and back to the shower room. Result!

All was good until I got home and then proceeded to fall sickeningly ill, completely nauseated, shivering, fluctuating temperate and feeling like death. I was rushed to the Doctors and it appeared that some dog shit must have been on the bottom of the studs which had cut my leg and had infected me.I was then given several injections and had to spend four days in bed.

This is why I don't do sports.
(mr-lizard Hell's teeth man!, Sat 21 Apr 2012, 11:59, 1 reply)

click for nauseated and not nauseous
( enoughblueskyforsailorstrousers, Sat 21 Apr 2012, 12:40, closed)