Hey guys...
So... Here I am. Staying up later than I should; with my head reeling full of useless stuff, that I will probably forget by the end of this sentence...
Yup...
Ahh well. 'Tis typical of my blogging that I forget half the stuff I actually wanted to talk about in the first place.
... I served a deaf guy at work today, for the first time. It humbled me... It really did. It got me thinking about what it must be like to be deaf. To not be able to hear anything... I mean; the closest I can get to being deaf is finding somewhere dead quiet, and not making a sound myself. But even then! When the silence presses in on me, there's that high pitched and incredibly irritating ringing sound. Not even deaf people get that... They get literally, nothing... I just.. I can't even... Nope. I just can't fathom it.
I suppose it's the same with blind people in a sense. Not being able to see anything...
Oh, and guys... I don't know if any of you have ever been paint balling before but... For the love of all that's good... Protect your neck! With your freaking life! Seriously...
In case you didn't gather. I went paint balling on my sister's birthday with a bunch of Uni friends. It was completely unexpected, and I jumped in last minute because they needed someone to fill the empty spot... And it was my first time ever, so I was terrified... But keen.
Aaaanyways. So, I ended up staying for two and a half out of the three hours it went on for; and I don't know whether or not I'll ever do it again...
You see... I wasn't exactly 'babied' as a child, or whatever; but throughout my life I have never really done any serious physical damage to myself. Even now! I avoid situations that could potentially hurt me. What does this leave me with? An insanely low pain tolerance... Which I did not realise how low it was until I went paint balling....
The first place I got hit was my knuckle; which wasn't too terrible... I mean, it was horrible at the time as it was my first hit and first experience of pain with this sport. My skin instantly broke and was bleeding (spotting, but bleeding nonetheless); and the shock of the pain caused me to freeze up, allowing my attacker to also get a shot to my left thigh; front on.
I also learnt this day that I do not deal well with receiving pain... I lifted my gun into the air (basically saying 'I'm out! Don't shoot me!') and headed to the safe zone for a quick breather... Also known as a "Holy shit. I've been hit. This hurts like a bitch. How the fuck do people do this? Asdfghjkl" moment... I don't know how other people describe the pain of being shot with a paintball... But for me, it was like spikes of fire coursing through my body. No joke... That's how little I tolerate pain.
Anyways. I was stupid enough to continue, and a couple of minutes before half time a guy jumped out from barricade and the fleeting battle was on. I shot a couple of poorly aimed balls in his direction; but all was forgotten when all of a sudden I couldn't breathe.
He had, unintentionally, hit me in the neck with a close up shot. I doubled over in raspy gasps and (thankfully I was close to it) managed to make my way back to the safe zone, where the worker guy tended to me; trying to make me laugh by joking about what an awesome first time paint balling I was having. It kinda worked.. Except I couldn't laugh due to the pain it caused doing so. Oh the pain... I don't even want to talk about how much pain that shot caused me!
It was then half time, which I spent sitting on a chair with an ice pack to my neck; shakily recovering and getting increasingly worried by the gasps and "Oh wow..."'s I kept getting from people every time they saw my neck.
Again! I was stupid enough to continue on... (To be fair, I wanted to get my money's worth... But I am actually impressed with myself for going on.). This game was one where I kinda lost it, I am ashamed to admit...
As we were in bush land, I was scouting around to see if the area I was in was safe or not.. Clearly it wasn't, as when I was facing away from the enemy side temporarily; I got shot in the backside... Yes! I got shot in the ass. Kudos to my shooter for the aim there! (I have no idea who it was, but yeah...). Anyways, so I turned around quickly to try and see who my attacker was (and partially out of pain/shock); and instead, I received another shot to my thigh... The left one... Again... Thankfully, in a different spot; yet clearly a softer one.
I then literally let out a yelp and fled. I headed to the bottom of the hill; shaking and crying my eyes out... All I could feel was pain. Intense pain flooding my body from everywhere that had been hit. I seriously do not understand how people do it guys...
I was then at the bottom of the hill babbling on to my friend, who was my transportation, about how I couldn't do it anymore. How it hurt so much and everything... The worker guy was also listening to this rant; and I could tell he was probably thinking of me as a typical whiny girl who can't handle paint ball... So what?! Not everyone can handle that much fucking pain!
Strangely enough, after all that, I managed to still continue... Into the final game that my friend and I would play before heading back to our respective dinner dates we had that night (he had one with his landlord, and I had one with the family to celebrate the sister's birthday). In this game I got hit twice as well, but on places where it didn't hurt. The first was on my right shoulder, but girls got to wear a breastplate so it didn't hurt at all. The second was on my right eye; but we obviously had protection for our face so we wouldn't go blind.. Another kudos to the person who shot that one! Though.. Considering the only part of my body that could have been hit at the time were my eyes.. That's not so surprising... :P
So yeah! It was finally over! Sweaty, beaten up, and tired as anything; my friend and I then left the premises as everyone else entered into what would have been the final game.
By the time I got home my family were straight out the door to dinner... Not allowing me the chance to change, or make myself more decent in any way... So, there we were! At the restaurant, having dinner... With complete strangers ogling my neck as though I were a zoo animal; and both my Dad and sister taking photos of it, for some concerning reason...
To be honest, the wound on my neck actually wasn't as terrible as I'm sure I just made it sound... But it was, and still is, pretty damn tender... And quite painful.
It's not been about three days after that day and my bruises have now got a lovely tinge of yellow; meaning that they'll be gone soon.. Yay!
It has been difficult working the past three days with these injuries... I've been limping slightly on my left leg as the two bruises there constantly pump a nice shot of pain through there; and I had (and still sorta have) quite restricted movement of my neck. I also opted not to do any singing for the past few days (it's been horrible.. I hate not singing) because I'm cautious that my vocal cords might have been affected when the paintball collided with my neck. I can't be certain... But I figured I'd at least allow the swelling to go down, and for it to heal before testing it out.
So yeah! Now you may all laugh at my pathetic-ness and pain, and we can continue on with our lives.
I've been thinking lately... A dangerous thing for me to do, but still... I've been thinking that I really ought to make a bucket list for myself. I've seen [Mr Awesome] post up statuses saying "Another thing to tick off my bucket list. /Insert activity here/." and it's just gotten me somewhat inspired.
I say somewhat inspired because we all know how lazy I am when it comes to doing anything... Even things I love! I am a strange human being... But regardless! I will (at some point or other) make a bucket list of things I want to do with my life and I will, most likely, post it in a blog post sometime so you can all have a read and... I don't know... Enjoy it? Pick it to pieces? Throw it back in my face and tell me how terrible it is?! Who knows. You guys can do anything really.
That kind of terrifies me...
Quick catch up notes:
- I sent my logbook in to be able to sit the test to get my P's and... It's been approved!! :D Hopefully I will be driving around, on my own, causing havoc everywhere soon! Yeee!!
- I haven't really caught up with anyone yet... But I really want to, and am hoping, to catch up with as many people as possible these holidays! Uni and pre-Uni friends alike!
- I have still been contemplating vlogging lately... I honestly doubt I will ever do it but it's still on my mind, annoyingly... But I mean... Who would want to see my face? On a screen? Babbling on about the stuff I blog about... Pointless stuff about my practically non-existent life... Blech. I'm sure this phase will pass soon.
- My dog is snoring....
Okay, so maybe that's not worthy of catch up notes... But it's a fact okay? She's snoring... It's adorable, yet annoying cause she can't do it to the beat of the music I'm listening too; so it totally ruins it.
... Yeah, I might leave it there ...
Oooh! One last thing. A part of me really wants to be in the show Big Brother. Don't judge me okay..? But seriously... I'm not entirely sure why. It wouldn't be for the money (though that is a nice bonus), I know that much... But yeah... I don't know... Ever since I started watching the show I've wanted to be in it... Bucket list perhaps? :P
Okay... I need sleep, so I'll let you guys go...
... Be freeeeee!!!
~Tell me what you want child!~
So... Here I am. Staying up later than I should; with my head reeling full of useless stuff, that I will probably forget by the end of this sentence...
Yup...
Ahh well. 'Tis typical of my blogging that I forget half the stuff I actually wanted to talk about in the first place.
... I served a deaf guy at work today, for the first time. It humbled me... It really did. It got me thinking about what it must be like to be deaf. To not be able to hear anything... I mean; the closest I can get to being deaf is finding somewhere dead quiet, and not making a sound myself. But even then! When the silence presses in on me, there's that high pitched and incredibly irritating ringing sound. Not even deaf people get that... They get literally, nothing... I just.. I can't even... Nope. I just can't fathom it.
I suppose it's the same with blind people in a sense. Not being able to see anything...
Oh, and guys... I don't know if any of you have ever been paint balling before but... For the love of all that's good... Protect your neck! With your freaking life! Seriously...
In case you didn't gather. I went paint balling on my sister's birthday with a bunch of Uni friends. It was completely unexpected, and I jumped in last minute because they needed someone to fill the empty spot... And it was my first time ever, so I was terrified... But keen.
Aaaanyways. So, I ended up staying for two and a half out of the three hours it went on for; and I don't know whether or not I'll ever do it again...
You see... I wasn't exactly 'babied' as a child, or whatever; but throughout my life I have never really done any serious physical damage to myself. Even now! I avoid situations that could potentially hurt me. What does this leave me with? An insanely low pain tolerance... Which I did not realise how low it was until I went paint balling....
The first place I got hit was my knuckle; which wasn't too terrible... I mean, it was horrible at the time as it was my first hit and first experience of pain with this sport. My skin instantly broke and was bleeding (spotting, but bleeding nonetheless); and the shock of the pain caused me to freeze up, allowing my attacker to also get a shot to my left thigh; front on.
I also learnt this day that I do not deal well with receiving pain... I lifted my gun into the air (basically saying 'I'm out! Don't shoot me!') and headed to the safe zone for a quick breather... Also known as a "Holy shit. I've been hit. This hurts like a bitch. How the fuck do people do this? Asdfghjkl" moment... I don't know how other people describe the pain of being shot with a paintball... But for me, it was like spikes of fire coursing through my body. No joke... That's how little I tolerate pain.
Anyways. I was stupid enough to continue, and a couple of minutes before half time a guy jumped out from barricade and the fleeting battle was on. I shot a couple of poorly aimed balls in his direction; but all was forgotten when all of a sudden I couldn't breathe.
He had, unintentionally, hit me in the neck with a close up shot. I doubled over in raspy gasps and (thankfully I was close to it) managed to make my way back to the safe zone, where the worker guy tended to me; trying to make me laugh by joking about what an awesome first time paint balling I was having. It kinda worked.. Except I couldn't laugh due to the pain it caused doing so. Oh the pain... I don't even want to talk about how much pain that shot caused me!
It was then half time, which I spent sitting on a chair with an ice pack to my neck; shakily recovering and getting increasingly worried by the gasps and "Oh wow..."'s I kept getting from people every time they saw my neck.
Again! I was stupid enough to continue on... (To be fair, I wanted to get my money's worth... But I am actually impressed with myself for going on.). This game was one where I kinda lost it, I am ashamed to admit...
As we were in bush land, I was scouting around to see if the area I was in was safe or not.. Clearly it wasn't, as when I was facing away from the enemy side temporarily; I got shot in the backside... Yes! I got shot in the ass. Kudos to my shooter for the aim there! (I have no idea who it was, but yeah...). Anyways, so I turned around quickly to try and see who my attacker was (and partially out of pain/shock); and instead, I received another shot to my thigh... The left one... Again... Thankfully, in a different spot; yet clearly a softer one.
I then literally let out a yelp and fled. I headed to the bottom of the hill; shaking and crying my eyes out... All I could feel was pain. Intense pain flooding my body from everywhere that had been hit. I seriously do not understand how people do it guys...
I was then at the bottom of the hill babbling on to my friend, who was my transportation, about how I couldn't do it anymore. How it hurt so much and everything... The worker guy was also listening to this rant; and I could tell he was probably thinking of me as a typical whiny girl who can't handle paint ball... So what?! Not everyone can handle that much fucking pain!
Strangely enough, after all that, I managed to still continue... Into the final game that my friend and I would play before heading back to our respective dinner dates we had that night (he had one with his landlord, and I had one with the family to celebrate the sister's birthday). In this game I got hit twice as well, but on places where it didn't hurt. The first was on my right shoulder, but girls got to wear a breastplate so it didn't hurt at all. The second was on my right eye; but we obviously had protection for our face so we wouldn't go blind.. Another kudos to the person who shot that one! Though.. Considering the only part of my body that could have been hit at the time were my eyes.. That's not so surprising... :P
So yeah! It was finally over! Sweaty, beaten up, and tired as anything; my friend and I then left the premises as everyone else entered into what would have been the final game.
By the time I got home my family were straight out the door to dinner... Not allowing me the chance to change, or make myself more decent in any way... So, there we were! At the restaurant, having dinner... With complete strangers ogling my neck as though I were a zoo animal; and both my Dad and sister taking photos of it, for some concerning reason...
To be honest, the wound on my neck actually wasn't as terrible as I'm sure I just made it sound... But it was, and still is, pretty damn tender... And quite painful.
It's not been about three days after that day and my bruises have now got a lovely tinge of yellow; meaning that they'll be gone soon.. Yay!
It has been difficult working the past three days with these injuries... I've been limping slightly on my left leg as the two bruises there constantly pump a nice shot of pain through there; and I had (and still sorta have) quite restricted movement of my neck. I also opted not to do any singing for the past few days (it's been horrible.. I hate not singing) because I'm cautious that my vocal cords might have been affected when the paintball collided with my neck. I can't be certain... But I figured I'd at least allow the swelling to go down, and for it to heal before testing it out.
So yeah! Now you may all laugh at my pathetic-ness and pain, and we can continue on with our lives.
I've been thinking lately... A dangerous thing for me to do, but still... I've been thinking that I really ought to make a bucket list for myself. I've seen [Mr Awesome] post up statuses saying "Another thing to tick off my bucket list. /Insert activity here/." and it's just gotten me somewhat inspired.
I say somewhat inspired because we all know how lazy I am when it comes to doing anything... Even things I love! I am a strange human being... But regardless! I will (at some point or other) make a bucket list of things I want to do with my life and I will, most likely, post it in a blog post sometime so you can all have a read and... I don't know... Enjoy it? Pick it to pieces? Throw it back in my face and tell me how terrible it is?! Who knows. You guys can do anything really.
That kind of terrifies me...
Quick catch up notes:
- I sent my logbook in to be able to sit the test to get my P's and... It's been approved!! :D Hopefully I will be driving around, on my own, causing havoc everywhere soon! Yeee!!
- I haven't really caught up with anyone yet... But I really want to, and am hoping, to catch up with as many people as possible these holidays! Uni and pre-Uni friends alike!
- I have still been contemplating vlogging lately... I honestly doubt I will ever do it but it's still on my mind, annoyingly... But I mean... Who would want to see my face? On a screen? Babbling on about the stuff I blog about... Pointless stuff about my practically non-existent life... Blech. I'm sure this phase will pass soon.
- My dog is snoring....
Okay, so maybe that's not worthy of catch up notes... But it's a fact okay? She's snoring... It's adorable, yet annoying cause she can't do it to the beat of the music I'm listening too; so it totally ruins it.
... Yeah, I might leave it there ...
Oooh! One last thing. A part of me really wants to be in the show Big Brother. Don't judge me okay..? But seriously... I'm not entirely sure why. It wouldn't be for the money (though that is a nice bonus), I know that much... But yeah... I don't know... Ever since I started watching the show I've wanted to be in it... Bucket list perhaps? :P
Okay... I need sleep, so I'll let you guys go...
... Be freeeeee!!!
~Tell me what you want child!~
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