Non mi sono mai fatto male da bocia. A parte graffi e lividi, mai stampelle, mai un osso rotto. Ho rotto gli occhiali un sacco di volte, soprattutto dopo i vent'anni. La prima c'ho buttato il basso sopra durante un cconcerto, l'ultima a giocare a basket coi boci. L'unico vero infortunio della mia vita è stato una sette otto years ago. Friday night with little evidence Pure Evil ( download the ep here in 2002 ) Casez Cogolo-of-Casez Peio, 49 km leg in one hour (if not always caught the damn truck water Pejo) 4 hours and 49 to return fire with vision, joints and clouded intellect. In bed between one and two. The next morning woke up at 7 and a half away in the green fields Nones at the turn of autumn and winter. Way to sbrocolàr , with a sharp hatchet again. It seemed to cut those long red candy, not twigs of apple trees. I never managed to establish the dynamic for sure, the fact is that at a certain point I part of a sickle to cut my hand and the middle finger of his left hand. I cut it in half I remain open and there open like an apple. Cut in half the first joint, cut a piece of the second, cut nerves and tendons. The surgeon who operated me I called the samurai, and the accuracy of my cut. I think he was fascinated by those fascinations which can have only one surgeon and a killer who cut other people. I had gone an inch forward now my left would be a vaffanculino fuck ass. But after a few months I started to play well. And now I also have an excuse for not playing well. This was the only accident of my life. That is, until this February.
It all started Friday, February 4
At work in the auditorium del teatro di Cognola rimetto a posto l'impianto voce della cooperativa, carico tutto in macchina, due rampe di scale da fare alla cieca. Tutto pronto per andare quando il preside mi ricorda che devo ridargli il telecomando del proiettore, già messo via in un armadio. Vado verso la stanza, al buio. Per tutta la serata sono andato avanti e indietro da quella stanza senza problemi: salgo di corsa, avanzo deciso verso la porta, allungo la mano per scostarla dimenticandomi che la porta l'ho appena chiusa. Il pollice della sinistra mi si piega malamente tra la mano e la porta. Bestemmio tanto e dio, a bassa voce però perché la platea dei rimasti sono colleghi e presidi e rappresentanti politici de sticazzi. Esco, chiudo, consegno il telecomando, prendo la machine, I come home and my finger hurts. The next day I get up at noon and it still hurts. I go to the emergency room. On Saturday afternoon in winter, in Trentino. It was like being in a public service announcement about the dangers of skiing and snowboarding. Obviously, those are code aka white-than-can-wait-and-son-stracazzi-them-because-we-here-we-deal-with-people-who-is-really-male.Entro at two to three rays, then look up at seven to be told that nothing is broken.
Result: a guardian for free left thumb, missed a concert, two weeks of injury refused
Friday, February 19
On Wednesday Sabung come to dinner, bring me the new disc, is chatter and drink and so on. My love is in his home by southerners, and I'm male, so it does not work. On Friday I found myself with three meals and a flashlight from home by students. Split all categories. Before the silverware, then the dishes, glasses, how many cups they can produce a herd of beef drunkards. Mollo hot water and just when I'm turning the piece to get the most hidden places of the glass by turning the damn breaks. Randomly by the parties of chipping (a small triangle of an inch wide) is the knuckle of my right index finger and the skin is cut more or less like a steak is cut from a piece chain of meat. Technically, a rectangle with two short sides half an inch, one long side of one and a half, losing their home, and the other long side to keep them anchored to the knuckle. Blood ognove ends. An hour and several handkerchiefs stained red after stop bleeding. Serve points for keeping together the sdue parts (we are in a convex point) but I like the scar and keep me
result: a C-shaped scar on the knuckle of the thumb, very sexy (if you like scars) and comfortable to tattoo a word beginning with C.
Wednesday, February 23
call me to make a change in primary school. Porto boci the first table and then in the yard. They ask me to play cops and robbers. In truth, a little 'if my superiority athletic, a bit 'to bugger, make take only me and Carl and run in twelve. The result is that we run as the exaggerated and always give a damn about us so much but the goal of the game is running right? I run behind a Bocia, take it, falls, not to put a foot wrong over cadergli goodbye and ankle. It hurts the dog, I stop. After half an hour is almost past time I play another five minutes to defend the prison, with boci untouched as I gravitate to the wolves mammoths. I rifermo. I come home that does not even limp. At five o'clock team meeting. I begin to limp. In the end even more limp. I climb into the car in Val di Non and shift begins to really hurt. I stop for two hours at home and makes a bad dog. Decide di scendere ugualmente, tanto è discesa. Cambio sette volte in cinquanta chilometri, cinque delle quali schiacciando la frizione con la destra. Le due volte che azzardo con la sinistra muoio. Faccio scendere il mio amore a parcheggiarmi la macchina e la caviglia urla per me. Sono un babbo? Certo, ma questo non riallinea le articolazioni. Stamattina mi alzo, zampetto fino all'ospedale (cento metri di zampetti è veramente fatica seria).
Risultato: una caviglia slogata, un tutore per caviglia utilizzabile per immobilizzare i boci in futuro, immobilità quasi totale, dipendenza estrema, dieci giorni di infortunio.
Almeno comincio a registrare sto disco maledetto che sta cominciando a diventare una barzelletta.
E comunque, does not end until February this better be damn eye.
ps: I forgot the rib INCIN yes, but that has little to do.
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