"I'm fine, I'm just bleeding."
The K-State jugglers came into town last night and hung out all day today. In the course of us throwing things at each other, I managed to catch a club straight on in the eyebrow. I was bending over picking up another club and stood up directly into the incoming club, no warning, nothing. I went straight back down.
A few minutes later, when I pulled my hand away from my eye, I saw blood on my hand. I started trying to stand up to go wash it off, and someone asked if I was OK, eliciting in response the title of the post. As I was headed for the bathroom, I discovered just how much I was bleeding. Head wounds generally bleed like hell, even when they're nothing, so I wasn't worried, but it seemed to freak other people out. Oh well.
It clotted fairly quickly, likely due to the bushiness of my eyebrow. It's now swollen and tender, with some discoloration underneath the eyebrow. If it gets interesting, I'll take and post pictures. Stay tuned.
Another guy managed to take another club end on into his forehead, just below his hairline. No bony protrusion there, so he just got a red mark.
We then adjourned to Shakespeare in the Park downtown KC, where Brad had made contact with the juggler doing the pre-show. So tonight we took our gear in, talked to him before he went on, and after he finished the club section of his act, he called the rest of us up there too, and we passed stuff all around, knocked a spoon out of a kid's mouth, terrified another kid by passing clubs on all four sides of him, and just generally had more fun.
Last Wednesday at our practice in the park, someone showed up with a unicycle to donate to us. She saw us on the news, and had had this unicycle sitting in her garage for years, so she gave it to us. The kicker is that it's the same bloody model as mine that got lifted. It's got some rusty bits, and it's not broken, but it's the same one.
And BTW, just in case you were wondering, Oscar the Grouch killed Mr. Boddy, in Narnia, with a used tampon. These are the kinds of things jugglers discover when a critical mass congeals.
A few minutes later, when I pulled my hand away from my eye, I saw blood on my hand. I started trying to stand up to go wash it off, and someone asked if I was OK, eliciting in response the title of the post. As I was headed for the bathroom, I discovered just how much I was bleeding. Head wounds generally bleed like hell, even when they're nothing, so I wasn't worried, but it seemed to freak other people out. Oh well.
It clotted fairly quickly, likely due to the bushiness of my eyebrow. It's now swollen and tender, with some discoloration underneath the eyebrow. If it gets interesting, I'll take and post pictures. Stay tuned.
Another guy managed to take another club end on into his forehead, just below his hairline. No bony protrusion there, so he just got a red mark.
We then adjourned to Shakespeare in the Park downtown KC, where Brad had made contact with the juggler doing the pre-show. So tonight we took our gear in, talked to him before he went on, and after he finished the club section of his act, he called the rest of us up there too, and we passed stuff all around, knocked a spoon out of a kid's mouth, terrified another kid by passing clubs on all four sides of him, and just generally had more fun.
Last Wednesday at our practice in the park, someone showed up with a unicycle to donate to us. She saw us on the news, and had had this unicycle sitting in her garage for years, so she gave it to us. The kicker is that it's the same bloody model as mine that got lifted. It's got some rusty bits, and it's not broken, but it's the same one.
And BTW, just in case you were wondering, Oscar the Grouch killed Mr. Boddy, in Narnia, with a used tampon. These are the kinds of things jugglers discover when a critical mass congeals.