Rather ironicly, I went to Krav Maga today, and, during ‘light sparring’ which is basicly touch sparring… not all that much contact made ever… this guy, three times my weight, gangster/pimp/idiot wanna-be that I was sparring with, decided to rugby tackle me. Thats like an american football tackle, but much more vicious. This was not what we were supossed to be doing. As a result… I screamed in pain when his blubber crashed down, on my very brittle elbow. I had to be rushed to hospital… wait there for no less than 4 fucking hours, to find out that I narrowly avoided any fractures, but it was obvious that I had bruised the fuck out of my arm and most likely, ripped a few things in the process.
So now not only can I not goto krav maga, I can’t even pick up a fucking bottle of beer, because, like my elbow, my fingers have swollen up too.
You know what the really bad part is?
When I was being picked up, and my friend John, who luckily is a nurse, was examining my arm, the same gangstar pimp cocksucker, grabs my arm as a gesture of being sorry, while muttering that he didn’t mean it. Though nobody heard that under my screams.
Time to buy a gun. Only need one arm for that.
