breaking

Current mood: ouch-induced boredom

I'm fairly certain ultimate frisbee will kill me. Last night my dumb teammate caused me injury. OK, here's the sit'ch:

I made a brilliant cut to lose my check. I was open for the disc. My teammate threw it toward me. At that moment another teammate decided that he wanted the disc and cut in front of me. Unfortunately, the disc was a little too high for him to catch and he tipped it down toward my face. Thankfully, I only got a small cut through my lip, but the blood freaked everybody out.

You see, everybody is used to twisted or sprained things, but there isn't much blood drawn in this sport. Play stopped for a good 5 minutes. People gawked. I was forced to the sidelines for the rest of the game. A pretty boring injury, really.

But today I'm filling in at reception and it looks like I have Botox with a circular bandaid on my lip. And I can't smile. I enjoy that part more than I should.

I'll add this injury to the popped calve muscle and the twisted ankle. By the end of the season I may need to be wheeled everywhere.

Strangely, one of the members on the other team was a guy I went to university with in Edmonton. He and I passed each other at the end of the game and went, "Hey!" He's a lawyer now and seems to be doing well. It's just the worst possible time to see someone I haven't seen in, like, 6 years: with a big, stupid bandaid on my face and with bloody gauze sticking out of my mouth.

Currently listening:
Bandwagonesque
By Teenage Fanclub
Release date: 12 August, 1997