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Posted by: Riviera
« on: August 24, 2006, 02:42:32 AM »

Sort of like Black Friday, restaurant style? Ouch, once again.

You're starting to remind me of my uncle.. I think he's had close to every surgery a man can have and still be alive.

(http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c327/Cylana/icon_gonk.gif)
Posted by: Xiao_Caity
« on: August 21, 2006, 06:44:21 AM »

Did I mention that Melbourne Cup Day is the biggest social event of the year?
Posted by: Riviera
« on: August 15, 2006, 10:03:00 PM »

Ouch!! (http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c327/Cylana/icon_eek.gif)

Posted by: Xiao_Caity
« on: August 15, 2006, 07:56:32 AM »

Did I mention I use a walking stick when walking for more than a block or so?

This is actually fairly recent, and I hate it so very very much indeed...

Last November, in the spring rains (I live in Australia, remember), I had a rather nasty motorbike crash. I may or may not have mentioned it in passing... but I lost a very large chunk of flesh and muscle from one knee, and the doctor said that I was very lucky that I didn't shatter my kneecap. It took them almost an hour to make me agree to let them zot me with a local (I had an irrational fear of needles at that point - I got over it a few weeks back) so they could stitch me up.

Long story short, after much pain, and serving the MELBOURNE BLOODY CUP DAY as a waiter with a sodding walking stick - not an easy thing to do, and it set back the healing process by almost a month - it's all healed up and I have a glorious red-gray scar right across my left knee.

And I still ride my bike.
Posted by: Riviera
« on: August 09, 2006, 04:13:27 PM »

Heh... I once had a teacher who was 6'9". His wife was 4'11" or 4'10", I can't remember exactly. Now they made an interesting couple.

Wow, that IS a difference.

I'm kinda.. lucky?.. in that regard. My SO is 5'10'', so he doesn't TOWER over me at least. Although he still complains that I'm going to give him back problems.  ;D

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Yes! let us form the Alliance of Short Badasses!

AoSB forever!!

[EDIT]

An actual injury to report..

Thought I was supposed to be at work today at 12:30, when actually it was 12:00. Ran to work (I live down the road), managed to slip on something in the parking lot, totally wiped out. I think I took a layer of skin off my knee. Also managed to rip a hole in my new jeans.

But I think I'll live. Maybe.  ;D
Posted by: TormentedDragon
« on: August 09, 2006, 03:04:01 PM »

Heh... I once had a teacher who was 6'9". His wife was 4'11" or 4'10", I can't remember exactly. Now they made an interesting couple.
Posted by: Xiao_Caity
« on: August 06, 2006, 06:43:32 AM »

*snicker* Ohhhhh, they're evil.

Yes! let us form the Alliance of Short Badasses!
Posted by: Riviera
« on: August 06, 2006, 02:11:42 AM »

What stick figure flash things?

Xiao means small. I am 4'10". Do the math.

http://www.newgrounds.com/collection/xiaoxiao.html

It's a bit on the violent side. The guy who did it is very talented though.

I'm 5'2''... all of us shorties need to form a support group of some kind :)
Posted by: Xiao_Caity
« on: August 05, 2006, 07:53:36 AM »

Munchkin, eh?

I used to get called 'Sunshine Bear' and 'Cabbage Patch Kid'.
Posted by: melora
« on: August 03, 2006, 08:19:41 AM »

oh wow !  someone is actually shorter than me !  i  am not quite 5' and my boss calls me "Munchkin"
Posted by: Xiao_Caity
« on: August 03, 2006, 01:59:25 AM »

What stick figure flash things?

Xiao means small. I am 4'10". Do the math.
Posted by: TormentedDragon
« on: August 02, 2006, 08:51:37 PM »

hehehehe...

I USED to be accident prone. When I was five, I had this tendency to bang my head very hard on sharp corners. I got stitches, on my head, three times in one year.

Though the third happened when a swing clocked me on the temple. Hee!
Posted by: Menelanna
« on: July 31, 2006, 11:58:47 PM »

me i am just majorly accident prone...especially in sports
let me just list what happened to me in one week:
volleyball to the back of the head
crashed my bike into the curb and went flying over
got a soccer ball in the stomach
got a soccer ball in the eye (in the same game as previous and it turned into a HUGE black eye)
crashed into a pole (while I was walking...embarassing)
crashed into a girl while running to class....and since i was the smaller one i flew back five feet while she was hardly moved.
got kick in the shin about 50 times while playing soccer
dropped my flute case on my foot (those things are hard!!! and painfull!!!! i am just thankfull my flute was unharmed)
yeah...i had many burises from that week....painfull
now don't get me wrong...I am not normally THIS accident prone, just a bad week.
but i can be VERY danger prone...and people wonder why I stay away from sports...
Posted by: Riviera
« on: July 31, 2006, 01:19:59 AM »

Xiao.. holy crap!!  :o

Yeah, I'll bet that was a bit of a bad day.

Did you get your name from those stick figure flash things? Those are great.

Back on topic.. I've actually have had lots of minor injuries, but nothing major so far. I hope to keep it that way.
Posted by: Xiao_Caity
« on: May 02, 2006, 02:46:27 AM »

Eh, Noctalys, you reminded me of something nasty.

(This one was SO painful once I actually REALIZED what had happened.)

I'd had my ears pierced a while ago, and had just gotten to the point where I could swap earrings. Without knowing that I was allergic to the el cheapo ones from the local chemist. So, of course, I had a major allergic reaction. Sitting in class, scratch scratch scratch, oooooh, it's gone all warm and slippery, that's nice, scratch scratch... Suddenly the whole room goes DEAD quiet (quite the achievement for 32 rowdy teenagers!) and look at me in disbelief. "What?" They point at my hand. Covered in blood. O-kay... I look at my book. HOLY CRAP!!!! I look at the collar of my pretty blue shirt. EVEN HOLIER CRAP!!!!

Let's just say that my shirt took three trips through the washing machine, my book was a write-off, I almost fainted from blood loss and I never wore an earring in that ear again. Allergies suck.

I know, I know, this is probably dead, but once something gets set in my mind, it must be told...