a hurtin' unit

Exams are finally finished, so I can get back to posting on the blog.

This past week has been an interesting one for injuries. Last Wednesday, Wesla asked me if I wanted to rollerblading with her (you can see where this one is going) and I thought it would be a great break from being stuck in the basement of our townhouse studying. We had a great time blading through a park and around a lake; I was feeling great. We were coming back home, down the smoothest and flattest part of our trip, and I was doing slalom on my blades. I was turning hard to my left, my outer-right blade gripped more than what I anticipated and I went flying into the air over on my right side. As I was flying through the air I can remember thinking, "Man, this is just like flying through the air when I was skiing." But, when I hit the ground I changed my mind quickly about that comparison.

Even worse than the pain of the wipe out was the embarrassment of falling down. Wesla was behind me and she was slowing down, and I told her just to keep going. I didn't have the courage to look at my leg until I got home, then I was able to assess the damage. Wesla informed me that I "bounced" off the pavement when I landed, and that explains the multiple injuries on my right leg. I have a black bruise on my right hip that is about the diameter of an apple, it has been the most painful part of this whole experience, and I believe it was my first point of impact. A little further down my thigh is a much smaller bruise where my keys were positioned in my pocket. Finally, the most gruesome part of the injury was the scrape on the outside portion of my right calf, it covered about the same surface area of two banana's lying side-by-side.

I hope this isn't too graphic, but all this gave me a good reason to wear shorts to church on Sunday. There was no way I could wear long pants with my leg feeling the way it was, so it was a good point of discussion.

Anyway, I will post again soon...