Tuesday was frisbee day and afterwards me and another hardcore guy decided to practice layouts. I should have known after I nearly snapped my neck on a faceplant that it was time to lay off, but instead I kept going, and promoted the "layout scab" from scar status back into primetime (8th time), at the same time landing on the zipper of my pants so hard that I wondered if I herniated my stomach. I called mommer the next day at work and discussed loudly the details of herniation--she can diagnose anything and convinced me I was okay.
Having a mom doctor is pretty swell, I have to say. When I broke my collar bone in Germany I didn't go to the doctor there, but just called her on the phone. She had me do arm lifts every which way and then told me what was probably wrong--a diagnosis Martina figured out pretty quickly on her own too, to give credit where it's due.
Posted by Alan at June 12, 2003 09:38 PM