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Ugly Bastard · 07-03-2003, 09:36 AM

Hahaha...wow. How about me being in shock reading that, wondering how one of my best friends never so much as mentioned an incident like that...only to find out...well...yeah. Alright then...nice work.

I carry two:

When I was about six years old, bert, myself, and bert's five brother's and sisters were riding our bikes. All seven of us were riding in the little alley behind my house at the time. This alley would be about the size of a bowling lane, now imagine 7 kids trying to ride their bikes back and forth on that...not too easy. Anywho, after about thirty seconds of this, the inevitable accident happened. Bert and I's tires locked up with each other, which sent me flying off of the bike, my arm landed on a rock, which cut my arm open, leaving me to get six stiches at the hospital. Not a bad injury...but she did leave a scar.

This one is the one that fucked me over:

When I was a freshman in high school, I went on a little skiing trip with my youth group. Things were going well for most of the day, a good time was being had. Being the irrational moron that I am sometimes, I decided that it would be best if I went down a hill too big for my skill level. This hill is very comprable to a pretty small mountain (just so you know "pretty small mountains" are pretty damn big). Well I'd say about half way down this mountain, I hit a patch of ice while I was skiing. The patch of ice sent me flying off of my skis. When I finally stopped tumbling and came to, I realized that my skis were about 100 yards up the mountain from where I was. One of my ankles was hurting really bad, and I noticed that the strap on my ski boot on said ankle was not latched. Well anywho, I climbed the great beast, and got my skis, and walked the 4-5 hundred yards down the rest of the mountain. When I got to the bottom, my ankle was really bothering me at this point. Rationality overcame me, and I decided to go to the medical thingy just to see if anything was wrong. They found two breaks in that ankle on that day. That next day, I went to an Orthopaedic surgeon, who confirmed the breaks, and put me on crutches for 2 months. Now, the knee on my good leg had been ailing me ever since the accident. It didn't hurt too bad, but at the end of the 2 months on crutches, after carrying the load of my stout frame, she was hurtin pretty good. I had the Orthopaedic Surgeon check out my good-leg knee at the end of my 2 months on crutches. He x-rayed it, and told me that it he thinks it had been broken since the accident, and that I had walked down a mountain, and been on crutches with two broken legs in the past two months. Because of the new find, I was rendered to another 2 months on crutches for the once "good" leg. Basically, this whole ordeal fucked my freshman year of high school in the ass, but I guess you'll have that.

You?

-Ugly Bastard

[ July 03, 2003, 07:36 AM: Message edited by: Ugly Bastard ]

07-03-2003, 09:36 AM	#3 (permalink)
Ugly Bastard Senior Member Join Date: Feb 2002 Location: U.S.A. Posts: 13,643 Internets: 247330	Hahaha...wow. How about me being in shock reading that, wondering how one of my best friends never so much as mentioned an incident like that...only to find out...well...yeah. Alright then...nice work. I carry two: When I was about six years old, bert, myself, and bert's five brother's and sisters were riding our bikes. All seven of us were riding in the little alley behind my house at the time. This alley would be about the size of a bowling lane, now imagine 7 kids trying to ride their bikes back and forth on that...not too easy. Anywho, after about thirty seconds of this, the inevitable accident happened. Bert and I's tires locked up with each other, which sent me flying off of the bike, my arm landed on a rock, which cut my arm open, leaving me to get six stiches at the hospital. Not a bad injury...but she did leave a scar. This one is the one that fucked me over: When I was a freshman in high school, I went on a little skiing trip with my youth group. Things were going well for most of the day, a good time was being had. Being the irrational moron that I am sometimes, I decided that it would be best if I went down a hill too big for my skill level. This hill is very comprable to a pretty small mountain (just so you know "pretty small mountains" are pretty damn big). Well I'd say about half way down this mountain, I hit a patch of ice while I was skiing. The patch of ice sent me flying off of my skis. When I finally stopped tumbling and came to, I realized that my skis were about 100 yards up the mountain from where I was. One of my ankles was hurting really bad, and I noticed that the strap on my ski boot on said ankle was not latched. Well anywho, I climbed the great beast, and got my skis, and walked the 4-5 hundred yards down the rest of the mountain. When I got to the bottom, my ankle was really bothering me at this point. Rationality overcame me, and I decided to go to the medical thingy just to see if anything was wrong. They found two breaks in that ankle on that day. That next day, I went to an Orthopaedic surgeon, who confirmed the breaks, and put me on crutches for 2 months. Now, the knee on my good leg had been ailing me ever since the accident. It didn't hurt too bad, but at the end of the 2 months on crutches, after carrying the load of my stout frame, she was hurtin pretty good. I had the Orthopaedic Surgeon check out my good-leg knee at the end of my 2 months on crutches. He x-rayed it, and told me that it he thinks it had been broken since the accident, and that I had walked down a mountain, and been on crutches with two broken legs in the past two months. Because of the new find, I was rendered to another 2 months on crutches for the once "good" leg. Basically, this whole ordeal fucked my freshman year of high school in the ass, but I guess you'll have that. You? -Ugly Bastard [ July 03, 2003, 07:36 AM: Message edited by: Ugly Bastard ]