ills

Mar. 14th, 2008 10:35 am
daf: (autonomous)
coughed up blood this morning...

thankfully it was not much, and i haven't repeated the performance.

ouch ouch ouch
daf: (autonomous)
turns out i have not one but two broken ribs.

have been given painkillers, and am now wrapped in a chemical blanket...

the pain

Mar. 11th, 2008 10:45 am
daf: (disco stu)
owwwww!!!

fuck only knows what i did last night, but my rib and shoulder are in such agony i can hardly move :(

this is rubbish
daf: (disco stu)
so, i returned from the impromptu excursion into the french alps on saturday a bruised and battered wreck of a man having spent the previous week trying not to die on&off the piste. there now follows my high/lowlights of the experience.

getting to geneva was fairly uneventful; the transfer [3 hours in a cramped minibus full of people & equipment] equally so.

day 1: we arrived in tignes after nightfall, so it wasn't until the morning i got to see how stunningly beautiful the surroundings were where we were staying. breakfast saw the creation of the ham-o-chocolat... mmmm ham-o-chocolat :)

snowboarding was slightly harder than i'd been anticipating, but with the lovely kasia's patient tutelage, i'd soon picked up the basics. so, i decided to join the group above the one i was meant to be in. a good move, i thought, especially given the amount i picked up in the first lesson [fakie, 180's & 360's etc].

day 2: i was totally unprepared for the joint & muscle ache i'd feel this morning which, as an unpleasant experience, was only outweighed by what was to happen on the mountain.

after about an hour of instruction, i was abandoned at the top of a mountain!

not having a piste map or phone on me [why would i need such things with an instructor present?] i tried desperately to get back to tignes. a task made ludicrously difficult by my poor french skills and ignorance as to the particular enclave of tignes we were staying in. i was told to take a bus, which i did only to discover it went to the wrong tignes!

getting off the bus i accosted a policeman and struggled to explain my predicament to him, he suggested i ask in a hotel which enabled me to find that tignes-les-brevieres, where we were staying was not served by the buses... i could get a bus part way there, but i'd have to hike/snowboard the remaining distance.

choosing the latter [the bitter cold gnawing at my appendages], i struggled through the ever darkening twilight down a very narrow and flat blue run, almost breaking my elbow in the process, and finally getting to the bottom of the village some 41/2 hours after being left to fend for myself.

as a result of this harrowing experience i'm sure i now have abandonment issues.

day 3: was too exhausted to keep up with my group as a result of my epic journey the day before, so i joined the group below me. probably a bad move, only got 1 piece of instruction in the whole lesson.

day 4: rest day. played a lot of playstation.

day 5: trip to val-d'isere. set off alone [but with phone & piste map this time - see i can learn] and promptly fell on the 1st run almost wrenching my right arm from it's socket causing some tendon damage. decided to plough on rather than return to the chalet.

the pain got worse and worse, til by the end i was slowly edging down slopes trying to keep my arm as still as possible.

i'd nearly made it to my destination when i fell again, cracking a rib :(

beer and painkillers helped me pass out that night.

day 6: after the worst night's sleep in a very long time, i was in too much pain to even contemplate snowboarding, choosing instead to lie on the sofa all day, only venturing out for drinks in the evening. and with only [livejournal.com profile] kitch_kash, [livejournal.com profile] drreagan & [livejournal.com profile] gauis_octavian for company it seemed fairly safe.

ended up staying out til all the money was gone... my last memory of the night was giving kasia a piggyback up the hill to our chalet.

day 7: came to on the sofa, stumbled around to gather my stuff in time for the transfer's departure and just about managed to crawl into the minibus. fell asleep on kasia, then the snowboards in the aisle, and woke at the airport to discover my passport was missing!

my abandonment issues began to kick in as the prospect of being left in switzerland began to coalesce before my very eyes.

fortunately it was in geordi's pocket - it appears i do some very strange things when drunk.

all in all, i had an excellent time and memories of holiday have me smiling to myself even now :)

hexam

Jan. 17th, 2008 11:47 am
daf: (disco stu)
that was not fun.

wrote 11 pages, so probably scored around 70-80%... which ought to mean high sixties overall.

my fingers hurt
daf: (quotes)
i knocked a man down today.

he walked straight into the side of me as i shot through finsbury park bus station. the collision almost unseated me and sent him spinning to the floor like a rag doll.

he made a high pitched girly noise as he tumbled groundwards, which for a 6ft plus black man was kinda weird.

i didn't stop [late for work] but did have time to shout "jesus mate, look where you're bloody going" before i raced across the empty junction as the green men was vanishing.

in all the heat of the moment i totally forgot it was talk like a pirate day... shoulda shouted something suitably piratical really

ouch

Aug. 8th, 2007 02:53 am
daf: (disco stu)
ow ow ow ow
ouch ouch

ow ouch ow ow :[


ow :[

hurt

May. 26th, 2007 04:20 am
daf: (Default)
i broke my skates today,
and found that they were real.
i fell onto the ground,
but no pain did i feel.
yet they were getting old,
despite their timeless bling.
there replacements aren't yet sold,
i have to find the ideal thing.

stupid boy

Jan. 30th, 2007 05:43 pm
daf: (who's scruffy lookin'?)
fell down the stairs last night... am in a world of pain

think i might've damaged one of my kidneys :/



in other news, someone calling themself martina joost has been sending me snippets creative writing... i think i must have a similar email address to a publishing company or something.

Rusty boomed out what they all wanted to hear.
back at the three nomads who were emulating their leader, all with
motor. Attached the molebind plug from the suspension cord to the bag,
get the feeling that this is a pretty stratified society with everyone
Wes hal, eltheodige, ac hwca bith thes thin freond?
our rehearsal studio. Zach whispered in my ear. I recognize him-
front door opened as we approached, then closed behind us apparently
Way!
most inspiring opening. About a thousand suntanned bodybuilders drove
corn. Startled birds flapped away when we emerged, while something

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