YEEE-OUCH |4:12 PM|
I have never passed out from pain. Sometimes I wish I had, but it just hasn't been the way. Among some of the times I've been injured:
I have had a finger and a nose broken, my hair has caught fire, been stung by bees, burned by ovens, burned by printer fusers, hit by geods, struck in the face by basketballs and soccor balls, nailed in the groin by golfballs, had teeth pulled that were so long the dentist was shocked, twisted an ankle windsurfing, twisted an ankle walking away from Domino's, doors have mashed my fingers, power car windows have sucked the flesh of my arm into the door itself, the inside of my hand has been lit on fire from fireworks shrapnel, barbed wire fences have prevented me from going places, the buttons on jeans fresh from the dryer have wounded me, the oven has had its way with my hands, the clothes washer has closed on my head, I have gone rolling down marble staircases, been bitten by dogs, cats, and geese, been in bike wrecks that defied physical law, struck other bikes while rollerskating, and one time a bunch of melted rubber dripped onto my hand and procceded to stick there while burning me,
But this back injury crap beats them all. It wins the hurt-Cecil award. I will update further but I've spent the last 2 days or so in a drugged out stupor.
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