Thread: What have you done to yourself while doing something you enjoy?

I have injured myself dancing so many times I'e lost count. Once while practicing floor slides on a concrete floor, (not to be reccomended,) I managed to tear muscles in my neck, back, and even the muscles in between my ribs! Cue 2 weeks bed rest and lots and lots of pain killers.

I also fell and sprained my wrist pretty badly while out clubbing. I was tearing it up on the dancefloor thinking I was the new Madonna only to slip on some spilled drink and come crashing down, flashing my pants and all.

2 weeks ago my foot got caught in some badly constructed portable staging while en pointe. It's still not the same

Originally Posted by blitzgrrl

lol I remember once spinning right off the bed and both of us hitting our head on a bedside table....

Haha..."spinning"!!

I think all mine are horse-related. The worst was when I broke my arm. My horse Flirty decided to live up to her name...she would much rather show off to the stallions walking alongside the showring than jump the nice jumps in front of her. It was probably half my fault. She absolutely loved jumping and would never normally refuse (in fact quite a lot of times I had to hang on for my life while trying to steer her away from the fence we were not supposed to be jumping but she'd decided to head for at top speed)...but we were coming up to a double and before we even did the first part I could feel her veering out to left. If she'd just continued to go left after the fence that would have been ok, but she went left and then quickly right again, and I came flying off and landed right on my arm.
What was worse than the pain was the fact that the judge asked me "do you want your mummy?" I was 14, not 6!!! She then asked my mum if there was "anyone else who can get on this horse?" (in a tone that suggested Flirt was some kind of lunatic). My mum just said "yep...her." and pointed to my 12 year old sister :lol: the judge just looked in horror as Sam was hoisted up onto Flirt's back, and Flirt (all wound up with the drama) first bucked, then reared, only to have Sam ready with the handle of the whip between her ears (where's the 'cringe' smiley?!).
After all that, I had to get into my dad's work van (I was pretty much folded into the van by three people) and go to the hospital, where, understandably, they have speed bumps. So my poor arm was dangling at the side of the seat and being jolted every few seconds. When we were finally seen in the hospital (me sitting there in all my show gear, canary yellow jods and tweed), the nurse asked me to take my shirt off so they could have a look, which she had to help me with, all the time referring to my "bunchies". It took me a while to realise she was saying to cover my boobs up. Then some doctors came and poked at me a lot, and I went to the x ray room. My elbow had swollen up and turned purple, so that's the bit they wanted to x ray. This involved levering my arm onto a table while I sat down (I think I must have screamed the place down. I probably sounded like I was in labour). All to be told it wasn't broken. I was given a foam sling thing to keep my arm in, and sent off. I wasn't convinced. Over the next two weeks I went to school, went to the stables (obviously I couldn't do much) and generally went about normally. I became slightly more worried when I noticed that if I leaned forward my arm swung forward in a rather unnatural way. I kept saying to my mum that I thought it was broken, and eventually I went back to a different hospital, where they x rayed a different part of my arm (half way up, nowhere near my elbow) and discovered it was actually broken completely in two.
If only compensation claims were fashionable then

Other stupid horse injuries include slicing my finger on tail hair when I was grooming, and having a pony headbutt me, causing my lip ring to take a chip out of my tooth. Oh, and I slipped on a carrot not long ago and bashed my head and arm on the wheelbarrow I was pushing.
God that was long...sorry!

Ooh, I've remembered a less rude one :-)

I used to work in holiday camps and in the early days was of course put through the ritual of performing party dances for an hour or so every night. We used to have a right laugh doing it, pushing each other round the stage, etc. Til one barge sent me off the edge of the (fortunately very low) stage, my heel went sideways and I shouted f**k very loudly. Cue many shocked little faces when I looked up ('auntie' keri never swore!)

A very nasty sprain meant 3 weeks on crutches and a few more weeks before I could even consider a low pair of heels. We did however decorate my crutches in gold spray paint and glitter, etc, so they were from then on known as my cabaret crutches for obvious reasons.

When I was about 20, I went to a small music festival on the Isle of Bute. I developed a bit of a crush on an aussie lassie who was planning on staying to the bitter end, which meant the "Survivor's Ceilidh" on the monday night. All my friends left on Monday morning, but I hung around, just in case she actually noticed me.

Anyway, during the ceilidh, we did a dance called the "Hooligan's Jig", which boils down to nothing other than spinning with a variety of people, very fast for pretty much the entire dance. During the dance I colided with another bloke (his shoulder, my face), but I thought nothing of it. That is, until the end of the dance I realised one of my front teeth had been snapped in half!

Nothing I could do, so I just kept up the dancing and the drinking!

:winkgrin:

Suffice to say, that the lassie didn't notice me, and I ended up with a false tooth.

So ladies, never underestimate the power you weild over the opposite sex. We will do stupid, and on occasion painful and dangerous things just to have you talk to us! :wallbash:

Originally Posted by Midnight Blue

Mine was a combination of tight-lacing and sex, well in that I was wearing a corset whilst having sex. Heard a loud twang and thought one of the bones in my corset had gone. I was gutted, and as it felt like it as digging in me I started to take it off and very quickly discovered it was my rib that had gone twang and not the corset. Through the excruciating pain I was still rather relieved the corset was fine!

Auntie Keeerriiiiii!!! How.....how....did you managetobreakarib doing wot mummiesndaddiesdo?

Originally Posted by Ant

Ouchiepoo indeedy!!!Did you carry on though??

Ant.x

of course :eyebrows:

Suffer for the art

Fifi

xx

Horses and injuries sustained via said lovable bullies hmmmmmmmmmm.

We had one at the Joust (Val and Geoff Winships Medievil Joust) called "Waco", who was a total nutter.

We had to do a live shoot for Meridian TV one day for a news item the next day, we had some audience in as folks would turn up to see us practice the fights and horsemanship etc. What we have to do is stand all Knightly and manly and heroish whilst talking a load of waffle in a really stoopid "Ye Olde Worlde" accents (ME A JOCK!!) "I faith my Lord knight, wouldst thou likest to move thine arse from mine face?"

Anyway, Joe Soap here was the Centre Armourer, I did the thing about keeping things moving on the field during the joust and helped teach swordsmanship and axe and buckler and staff fighting.

The chap who came to interview us was to suddenly say that he wasn't a Knight and we had to take severe umbrage at this and "BAG" him, i.e put him in a coal sack, tie it by a long rope to a saddle ring, get a Knight on the horse and go galloping across the bundoo with said interviewer screaming................No,we did NOT use the interveiwer, you just see us grab the chap, stuff him in the bag then cut to Dany on Waco with Marc in the sack going like hell over the grass...................Now for the sore part..............I am stood standing on film with a script to say and I am holding Waco's head collar coz the director wanted a horse in the scene ALL the time.."TAKE ONE....CUT...TAKE TWO...........CUT....CAN WE DO THAT AGAIN.....TAKE THUREE.......CUT" Some of you will have been there. Anyway, said Waco is getting VERY pissed of and, just as I open my mouth to say my bit, "Aye my Lord Gisbourne, the scurvy knave WILL pay for it, of this I am sure!" The fckin stupid git of a friggin horse, right on wide angle as well, lifted his great dinner plate friggin foot and ran it down my shin then stamped on my toes!!!!!!! On the film you see everything incuding me go pure white and the sweat pissing from my brow under this silly chain mail (we wore proper stuff for live filming) Quoiff (spelling sorry)I am wearing.

The BEST thing was that the pain made my voice go three times lower and I grunted out the words and I sounded well cool!! I was a hero proper after that, I didn't cry till the crew went away then I collapsed on the ground sobbing...................I also had something like 35 minutes till I was on field live in front of a seated audience of some 700 ish actually doing the Joust!

I spilt my BLOOD for you GEOFF WINSHIP you old bugger!!!! But I love him and Val dearly, they are fine Circus folk.