May 11, 2009 09:22
The Tick was quoted as saying "Gravity is a HARSH Mistress." I didn't appreciate those wise words until this weekend.
Saturday morning, Mistress Gravity (or Physics, whatever) came down on me from a great height and smote me quite well. Moral of the story: Never trim trees without a net.
I have gashes in my side from where I hit the wood and swelling and bruising the likes of which I have never experienced (and, TRUST ME, I've been through a lot). I may have bruised a rib too, but I do know that it isn't broken.)
The closest thing in my life to get near this is when I was at my Aunt Glen's farm as a teen and a 2 year old filly decided to mule kick me in the chest.(Yes, those DID bruise in a horseshoe shaped pattern.)
This hurts worse as it's all soft tissue.
I move like an old man and tend to have my hand on my side to keep it from jiggling too much when I walk.
The pisser about it is that I JUST TWO WEEKS AGO, got authorized to do Rapier. I took Cinco de Mayo off so I could game with my buddy Jim (as was his birthday wish). Now, I'm benched indefinitely.
Stupid Gravity.