"I thought about going in the army. I thought about going overseas.
I wouldn't have trouble with a piss test; only problem is my bad left knee."
-Drive by Truckers "Never Gonna Change"
I wouldn't have trouble with a piss test; only problem is my bad left knee."
-Drive by Truckers "Never Gonna Change"
A drunken injury is always a sign of a great weekend, and although the one I currently have isn't as bad at that time I thought it would be fun to stomp, barefooted, on an automatic sprinkler head (it's not really a long story, but I will spare you the details), I still drunkenly tested the abilities of my body, and "lost".
A little background; Saturday night I was headed home from Schubas, where I saw two bad-ass bands rock the fuck out (Blitzen Trapper and Two Gallants, both were superb) and drank a bunch of beer and a shot or two (the night got a little fuzzy).
While heading home I got off the L at my stop and I noted the recent completion of a new stairway/exit and figured I would try it out (why the fuck not, right? Right!). Of course I decided to by-pass the 2 x 4's that I should have taken as an indication that the work was not yet complete. But I did not.
Having arrived at the bottom of the stairwell I realize that the exit to the street is blocked off, as in "fuck me I am fucking trapped. Fuck". Doh!. And this particular exit will not allow you re-entry back to the platform. Double Fuck.
So I improvised by climbing up over the metal rod/fence/railing and hoist myself over the side of said staircase (rather elegantly, I might add).
So there I am hanging about 7 feet in the air...I cut that distance in about half by sliding down the side a bit, then I just said fuck it and jumped. I didn't realize it at the time but I must have landed with most of weight on my left side.
All day on Sunday my knee felt fine...but Monday morning was a different story altogether. I developed a mean Pimp Limp and hobbled around the office. Thankfully my knee is back at 85% today so I think I will be fine...until I do something stupid again.
Did I mention I was on the phone the whole time?
A little background; Saturday night I was headed home from Schubas, where I saw two bad-ass bands rock the fuck out (Blitzen Trapper and Two Gallants, both were superb) and drank a bunch of beer and a shot or two (the night got a little fuzzy).
While heading home I got off the L at my stop and I noted the recent completion of a new stairway/exit and figured I would try it out (why the fuck not, right? Right!). Of course I decided to by-pass the 2 x 4's that I should have taken as an indication that the work was not yet complete. But I did not.
Having arrived at the bottom of the stairwell I realize that the exit to the street is blocked off, as in "fuck me I am fucking trapped. Fuck". Doh!. And this particular exit will not allow you re-entry back to the platform. Double Fuck.
So I improvised by climbing up over the metal rod/fence/railing and hoist myself over the side of said staircase (rather elegantly, I might add).
So there I am hanging about 7 feet in the air...I cut that distance in about half by sliding down the side a bit, then I just said fuck it and jumped. I didn't realize it at the time but I must have landed with most of weight on my left side.
All day on Sunday my knee felt fine...but Monday morning was a different story altogether. I developed a mean Pimp Limp and hobbled around the office. Thankfully my knee is back at 85% today so I think I will be fine...until I do something stupid again.
Did I mention I was on the phone the whole time?
3 comments:
HAHAHAHAA! That is the funniest thing I've heard all day! Plus, it's about time they finished those friggin' stairs. C'mon! Over a year to build a staircase? Bravo!
-roomie!
Ouch!! I injured my right knee leaving a restaurant after multiple adult beverages I tripped over the curb and fell on my knee and into traffic....one of my prouder moments..
HAHAHA, and Ouch. I love how you were on the phone the entire time!
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