DayTripper wrote:We need to get shunned over here to seppoland for a bake and some boxing.
You can box. I'll run the bell, drink beer and fish. C'mon Mitch, and bring Roy along.
Outcast wrote:Two ACL replacements, seven broken clavicles, four broken ribs, three broken arms, two broken ankles, two dislocated shoulders, four or five dislocated fingers, got the top third of my right ear lopped off and sewed back on then had surgery two years later to remove the scar, three broken noses, four concussions, two chipped teeth, and somewhere in the neighborhood of 300 sutures or staples lifetime but nothing that couldn't be fixed.
None of that hurt me as bad as when I watched them wheel my son into surgery to mend his first broken arm.
Knees, noses and concusions.... but nothing compared to the meteorite constipation. Well, maybe bending my knee 120 degrees sideways. But stepping out the door after my eldest said, Dad, Biz crashed her bike and cut her leg... and seeing her lower leg opened up about 2 inches wide and 4 long. As we shot over to the emergency room with an ice-pack on her leg she looked over and said, Dad we've never gone nine zero before!!! I said, At least we're slowing down to seven zero for the intersections.
My blood has never bothered me, but my kid's or my wife's, and part of my mind is battling panic.
Pounding nails for a living ten years ago, my friend I worked for had a window with broken sash cords come down on his thumb. Split it right through the nail. I about wet myself in sympathy pain. He squinted, ground his teeth, and said, I hate that. And kept working.
It's lime the battles between sperm whales and giant squid half a mile below the surface of the ocean. Only it happens in the palm I your hand.- thndr
when I fall, I am still cold and wet, but much more stylishly dressed. as my hat disappears in the riffle- flybug.pa
"Sugar? No thank you Turkish, I'm sweet enough."