Well, this past Sunday, I reffed the Big Easy Rollergirls intraleague bout, a matchup of the Marigny Antoinettes and the Confederacy of Punches.
The bout went of pretty well, some hiccups here and there, but that is to be expected.
Somehow though, the ref squad managed to incur some losses. S’aint N.O. Lady fractured the radial head of her right arm, the Countess injured her right knee and hip in a collision with me, causing me to land on a skate on my tail bone.
Ladies and gentlemen, I strongly recommend against bruising your tail bone. I have come to the conclusion that the tail bone is the collarbone of the lower torso – it is involved in more movements/motions than you realize. I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow, but the only thing that seems to heal a tail bone is time. Due to my recognized tendency to pick up addictions, I approach pain meds (and pills in general) cautiously. The problem is that the pain is severely affecting my work, and I’m in the middle of a big project I really need to finish.
So, it looks like no skating, riding a bike, running/hashing, etc for a while for me. This is lame.
Ouch. I broke my tailbone once and it was decidedly unpleasant. I feel for you.
It’s not the most chic accoutrement but maybe you should look into toobin’ your way through work for a while.
A few years ago, I took a drunken spill down some stairs on my ass, badly bruising my tailbone. A week before a vacation in Colorado where I’d been planning to learn how to snowboard. Snowboarding lessons did not go well. NEVER try to learn to ski or snowboard with an ALREADY fucked up tailbone – it’s not a good idea. Ever seen a grown man cry?? OUCH.