Ouch ouch ouch!
Jan. 22nd, 2008 10:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blamebramptonJ and I have a new fitness regime, we go down to the park and play like 10-year-olds. NB, like, not with, because that is wrong.
Our favourite game is throwing things at each others heads, which is much better done as organised sport than as a domestic. We have a softball, with mitts, and a Nerf torpedo. That Nerf is much harsher than you might think, especially when thrown fast and wide.
(J refuses to aim for me, thus making catching harder and more likely to cause injury. He says he doesn't want to hurt me; I point out that my closely grouped shots all come in at his face or chest, he says 'yes but I catch better than you do', I take deep breaths and do not scream 'No, I throw more accurately and make it a piece of piss for you, now do the same so I don't need to extend with my fingers!')
As a result, I may or may not have broken my fifth right metatarsal ETA metacarpal, pain makes me stupid! Though it turned out to be the base of a phalange; I'll see if it's this sore in the morning (not sitting for hours in casualty if it could turn out to be OK!) There's no obvious deformity and the bloodflow is fine, so even if it is broken, the delay won't hurt. But I won't be finishing up the beta-ing I was going to tonight; I'm going to sleep instead!
In far more serious bad news:
They buried Sir Edmund Hillary today. The cliche that the world is a poorer place is, in this case, undeniably and obviously true.
In happy news, I received THREE cards from America! AM and Jadzia, your Christmas cards arrived at last! And J, the birthday card you sent five days ago came in the same post. Oh Australia Post, you are so erratic ... Thank you so much, it has brought out the great happy, despite the ouch.
Our favourite game is throwing things at each others heads, which is much better done as organised sport than as a domestic. We have a softball, with mitts, and a Nerf torpedo. That Nerf is much harsher than you might think, especially when thrown fast and wide.
(J refuses to aim for me, thus making catching harder and more likely to cause injury. He says he doesn't want to hurt me; I point out that my closely grouped shots all come in at his face or chest, he says 'yes but I catch better than you do', I take deep breaths and do not scream 'No, I throw more accurately and make it a piece of piss for you, now do the same so I don't need to extend with my fingers!')
As a result, I may or may not have broken my fifth right
In far more serious bad news:
They buried Sir Edmund Hillary today. The cliche that the world is a poorer place is, in this case, undeniably and obviously true.
In happy news, I received THREE cards from America! AM and Jadzia, your Christmas cards arrived at last! And J, the birthday card you sent five days ago came in the same post. Oh Australia Post, you are so erratic ... Thank you so much, it has brought out the great happy, despite the ouch.
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Date: 2008-01-22 02:24 pm (UTC)Sir Edmund seemed like a genuinely lovely man. What an amazing life.
Ashamed to report that I saw the headline yesterday: "New Zealand Bids Farewell to Hillary" and for 5.2 seconds I thought "What the hell is she doing over there?" :P
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Date: 2008-01-23 12:23 pm (UTC)At least Sir Ed had a very rich and full life, and even made beauty out of his tragedies, dedicating schools and hospitals to the names of his wife and daughter after they were killed in a plane crash.
Am ignoring the finger until it behaves. At least it's not one I need for rude hand gestures!
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Date: 2008-01-23 02:52 pm (UTC)Always a sound strategy.
Glad the finger's not cramping your style.