Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Christmas Eve in September
I fell on my face playing hockey today. No, not figuratively. I had just made the most awesome play, where I chased down an opposing skater who was on a breakaway toward our goal with the puck. He started a good 10 feet ahead of me, but I caught up to him and from behind, stole the puck.
Turning back up the ice, I fell -- for no reason other than, as best I can tell, a feeling of unworthiness. I didn't deserve to make such a play, and felt a bit embarassed like I was showing off. My feet went out from under me, and my arms were splayed out, so my fall was broken by my chin.
Boy those hockey helmets (with the full face mask, including chin strap and padded chin guard) really work, because my chin and face experienced not a bruise or a scratch.
My neck is another matter. Doesn't smacking your chin of the ice seem like a good way to get a whiplash injury? I feel okay now, but apparently that is meaningless, because whiplash pain doesn't always show up the day of the injury.
So why Christmas? Because tomorrow when I wake up, there will be one of two things under my "tree" -- (a) a world of pain, or (b) profound relief.
Turning back up the ice, I fell -- for no reason other than, as best I can tell, a feeling of unworthiness. I didn't deserve to make such a play, and felt a bit embarassed like I was showing off. My feet went out from under me, and my arms were splayed out, so my fall was broken by my chin.
Boy those hockey helmets (with the full face mask, including chin strap and padded chin guard) really work, because my chin and face experienced not a bruise or a scratch.
My neck is another matter. Doesn't smacking your chin of the ice seem like a good way to get a whiplash injury? I feel okay now, but apparently that is meaningless, because whiplash pain doesn't always show up the day of the injury.
So why Christmas? Because tomorrow when I wake up, there will be one of two things under my "tree" -- (a) a world of pain, or (b) profound relief.
Comments:
<< Home
Dearest Oscar,
As one of your loyal readers who dreads those days when a new post fails to await me, I beg you to remember that there may be an option (c) under your tree: concussion. So if, tonight, you think you hear little reindeer feet on the roof, please consider the possibility that no, Virginia, there is no Santa Claus, and that you are having hallucinations and dizzy spells, and then walk (no run, no be driven!) to the nearest ER.
As one of your loyal readers who dreads those days when a new post fails to await me, I beg you to remember that there may be an option (c) under your tree: concussion. So if, tonight, you think you hear little reindeer feet on the roof, please consider the possibility that no, Virginia, there is no Santa Claus, and that you are having hallucinations and dizzy spells, and then walk (no run, no be driven!) to the nearest ER.
# posted by 
: 7:15 PM, September 28, 2005
: 7:15 PM, September 28, 2005
Please! Be careful (and by the way, how is that black nail?)!
# posted by : 7:03 AM, September 29, 2005
: 7:03 AM, September 29, 2005 
The important question, of course, is: Was Missy watching?
Post a Comment
# posted by : 8:57 AM, September 29, 2005
: 8:57 AM, September 29, 2005 Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home
Subscribe to Posts [Atom]
