It's not meant to, it was an accident, but I managed somehow to slam the pedal of the BYB into my shinbone just outside a McDonald's. I yelled and said words that are not great as I went down ramps to reach lakeside and ride.A pedal connecting to the shinbone is painful. Not piercing and squeezing an ever boil painful but painful nonetheless. I have a bruise across my lower leg where it struck. Fucking hell.
Articles from Harrangue Man
I copped some distressing crap early in the day then had to deal with the outcome. I did a combo of a response, shower then exercise with music. Though my thoughts were still with the distress I didn't rage. I did bust out two Valium though just before the shower. The exercise was an outside ride and the chain came off. With little power and an upward slope I had no chance to glide back on battery. I had to stop and deal with it with the added drama of an urgent wee.
I was leaning across the old wooden chair when my gut rested on the edge and it went right into the belly button. It hurt. I stupidly went "what the fuck was that?" then poked myself there to confirm that's what it was; a self-strike with a chair to the belly button.The confirming poke hurt as much as the chair-issued one. I'm short and fat; it leads to adventures with furniture. Not sexy ones, just basic attempts at avoidance or use.
DreamsChildhood, school and work; the three phases of getting to two legs all afflicted with horrors that invade my sleep. I wake brooding.The boilIt's still going. Each night it is opened and ichor comes out. It hurts to move sometimes 'cos it's so tender. I didn't ride for five days to avoid chafe.FeetMy cracked skin is appealing to someone who picks their skin. I have to rub moisturiser into my feet so they don't get crusty and picked and look like a baked dry river bed.
My ever boil on the inside of my right leg—it's been there since last year—got popped. We let it rest in case the lump was inflammation from popping but the boil just rose up and had to get popped. Out came ichor and blood. There was much shrieking from me. So it's back to the doctor for more advice or a what now?! Something is keeping the boil on the boil. I suspect it's an ingrown hair but I'm no doctor; just someone that meets a lot of doctors. I have many ailments.
My left hand was aiming for underpants elastic when it happened and I misjudged where the thumb was going and I thumbed myself in the balls with my over-long thumbnail. It hurt as indeed almost all non-sexy testicle contact hurts if it's delivered with any force.I trimmed my nails back the next day; no mean feat for someone with PTSD and jittery, shaking hands.
A while back I gave theboy a money tin I'd filled with spare change over two years from whatever coins were in my pocket when I walked into the shed. When it was full—it was a moneybox from a Fathers Day stall that said "My DAD Rocks"—I was always going to give it him to say thanks for the tin. So with money from his tin he bought me a fancy swear box—a tasteful wooden effort with glass frontage allowing you to see the coins and notes fill it up.
I was on my man trike—the BYB—on an afternoon ride when my path intersected with with another on which were three groups of kindy kids. There were twenty to a group then a teacher with the kids in red shirts. For no reason other than sheer enthusiasm they started waving at me as I waited for their pilgrimage to clear.It was too socially awkward not to wave back but they weren't moving at speed and I caught them at the start of their parade.
I was taking a cube from the dishwasher powder cube box when the set of three plastic nested measuring "spoons" that are duck-themed with bonnets added to their heads were nudged off the shelf and fell to the floor.I knew it was going to happen—so I was ready for the noise—but when they all hit it sounded like derringer fire from someone shooting over my right shoulder. Derringers are small handguns but small guns still make noise when use
He had a fishman with a returning trident. I had a figure with bat wings with a panda mask and who was armed with a spiked chain. He came up with the Lego combo and concept and I kept track of stats and mechanics in play using adapted D&D 3.5 rules.So, how did it end? He downed me with a wing strike, pinned my spiked chain to the ground with his trident, grabbed the still 5' of chain I could use from my hands causing me to stumble prone and then did a called shot to my groin.