random injury generator

[the_siobhan]

I broke my nose last night.

This makes me very unhappy. Not because of the broken nose itself -- I've had one of those before. Not because of the pain -- It's not really very painful. Not because of the accompanying bumps and scrapes, or the fact that I will probably have a scar. Not the minor annoyance of having to wash blood out of my clothes, or the slightly less minor inconvenience of having to be careful when I put on my glasses in the morning. It's not even the fact that I have to breathe through my mouth -- which makes me feel slightly dorky -- the slightly nasal tone my voice has taken on, or even the disturbingly gorey things that happen when I sneeze.

No, I'm irritated because I know that for the next six weeks, people are going to be looking at my face and saying, "Dude! What happened to you? Did you get in a fight?" And I'm going to have to say, "No.

I fell off my bike."

Oh, the ignomy.

Comments

Hahahaha

[gruamach.livejournal.com]

I love you. Really, I do.

Kinda like when I tell people about banging me knee up in Iraq, and they get all big-eyed and go "How'd it happen?" expecting some cool war story....

"My own subordinate dropped a box on me"

[elixxir.livejournal.com]

Does it make me a truly terrible person that I couldn't stop laughing while reading this?? ;)

[the-siobhan.livejournal.com]

Yes.

Now go bake me a pie.

[elixxir.livejournal.com]

You have a death wish or something? Have you not heard the legendary tales of my culinary fiascos?? :p

[hobbitbabe.livejournal.com]

Motorbike, or bicycle?

[the-siobhan.livejournal.com]

Bicycle.

[grimjim.livejournal.com]

"I fought the ground and the ground won."

[the-siobhan.livejournal.com]

"See, there was this sudden gravity storm..."

[emulsional.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but you're still the badassinest chick I know. Hell you're more bad ass than most of the guys I know. Especially since I'm absolutly certain that you picked up your bike, and rode the rest of the way home one handed as you tried to stop the bleeding.

The real beauty is now that you've posted what really happned you have, like, 300 less people who will ask you the stupid question you're dreading.

[the-siobhan.livejournal.com]

Especially since I'm absolutly certain that you picked up your bike, and rode the rest of the way home one handed as you tried to stop the bleeding.

*cough*

Actually, I picked up my bike, called Axel and said, "I can't feel any pain, so I have no idea how hurt I am."[1] And he came and had a look at me to see if I was still in one piece.[2]

Then I rode to work, cleaned myself up, worked all night, and rode home.

[1] I've woken up with broken bones I didn't know about. I hate when that happens.
[2] He was only about two blocks away.

[emulsional.livejournal.com]

See? Bad ass.

[the-siobhan.livejournal.com]

*laugh*

OK, if you insist.

[montieth.livejournal.com]

I'll agree here as well. Breaking a nose and then riding to work (where you live is damn cold) has to count as more than slightly determined....Bad Ass would most assuredly fit. :-)

[sheepthief.livejournal.com]

Doesn't that count as having a fight with your bike? In which case you could answer "yes", and then just glare at them!

[xthlcm.livejournal.com]

As somebody with an extensive black irish schnoz, I can commisserate that there are few things more painful than getting it banged up. My condolences.

I snickered though.

[montieth.livejournal.com]

That so sucks. Hows your bike?


I sympathize because I had a minor spill on the CB750 a few years ago that resulted in not one, but two broken wrists. I had matching thumb spica casts and had a bit more of a challenge in daily tasks. Wrists are very key for very important things like wiping your backside!


So how long are you going to be a mouth breather?

[montieth.livejournal.com]

Oh, and you should try getting clotheslined off a moving motorcycle!

[the-siobhan.livejournal.com]

I sympathize because I had a minor spill on the CB750 a few years ago that resulted in not one, but two broken wrists. I had matching thumb spica casts and had a bit more of a challenge in daily tasks. Wrists are very key for very important things like wiping your backside!

I can only imagine.

I've fallen off my motorcycle once, and off a friend's dirtbike once, and only suffered scratches and bruises and that particular stiff-legged walk you get when your entire skin hurts. I have no idea how I managed to bounce my face off the road this time.

The bicycle doesn't have a single scratch on it.

(Other things Siobhan has fallen off of, a cliff, a horse (different horses but only once each) and the wagon (the same wagon but different times.)

Oh, and you should try getting clotheslined off a moving motorcycle!

Now that sounds painful!

[montieth.livejournal.com]

The clothesline incident involved a steel box section beam between two sign posts. I was going slow enough (in a dark parking lot) that I had enough time to look up, see the beam, think about how it was going to hurt and then get swept off the bike. The full face helmet saved me from a broken nose, but I think, only just.

[xiphias.livejournal.com]

What's to stop you from answering, "Yes?"

Or, "I can't answer that, because then someone might go looking for the body of the other guy?"

Or, "What broken nose?"

Or, "All I'm saying is that the latest generation of fighting games are TOO realistic!"

Confession time

[the-siobhan.livejournal.com]

I am scrupulously honest.

Not because I am of high moral fibre. Oh no.

But because I have an utterly crap memory.

I'll be right in the middle of the most gripping moments of my tale of defeating the soul-eating computer from the alternate future through the power of internet pr0n, and the person sitting on the other side of me will interrupt with a puzzled look and say, "Waitaminute. You told me you got that when you ran into the radioactive zombies in the secret tunnels under the Vatican basement." And that just spoils the whole flow.

It's a curse, I tell you.

[50-ft-queenie.livejournal.com]

Who did none of this post surprise me?

*hands Siobhan a cookie*

At least all I do is bounce off heavy pieces of furniture and give myself big black unexplained bruises.

[the-siobhan.livejournal.com]

I'm finding new ones every day.

My chin has turned a fetching shade of aubergine. And I woke up this morning, scratched under my ribs and thought, "Oi. That would be where the handlebar went in."

[liz-lowlife.livejournal.com]

You poor thing!
But I still had to laugh!
:o)