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29 January, 2014

I played badminton on Monday night and managed to tweak a muscle in my forearm. Almost every shot I played for two hours shot a pain through my arm, and it wasn’t fun. Today  I have a bruise along my arm where the muscle is, so I guess I have done something bad. Well bad-ish anyway, these things go away on their own usually.

When I woke up yesterday it was pretty painful so I put one of those sports bandages on my arm to give it some support and hopefully keep it warm and help the healing. I wear a short-sleeved polo shirt in the office so everyone could see I was wearing it. About twenty past eight was the first time I was asked what I had done and I told my colleague all about it. Shortly after I was asked again and said it all again. The time after that I just said “I was playing badminton” and left it at that. The question kept coming throughout the day. Maybe some people were asking out of concern, and those I didn’t mind telling so much, but mainly they were just being nosey. Why do people feel they can just interfere? It wasn’t long till I got bored of explaining so I started making stuff up. Like:

I was feeding the lions and didn’t let go of the meat quick enough

I’m trying to fake my way into the Paralympics in Rio 2016

I had to lift a burning car to save an orphan kitten

It turns out my magic saw trick needs a bit of work

I was dancing to YMCA and gave it too much

Someone said about sending arms to Syria – luckily I only got halfway through removing mine to send before I twigged what they meant


and the one I was thinking all the time but never actually said:

I overstretched trying to MIND MY OWN FUCKING BUSINESS!


It was still fairly painful today but I couldn’t face another day of wearing a bandage and having to face another day of telling people, interspersed with this I had already told saying “still wearing it then?” so I’ve taken it off. That might slow my physical recovery but mentally I feel much better


From → Blogging, My Head

  1. I think you injured your arm while wearing white gloves and brandishing a glow stick….. 😀

  2. Those were AWESOME comebacks ( and in true writer form 😉 ). My personal fave for injuries is: “You should see the other guy.”

  3. ahahaha those really are great comebacks. I broke my elbow last year falling over. Just… falling over. The silver lining to having a brace on my arm for 3 months was making up absurd answers every-time someone asked me what happened. The best part being, afterward lying magnificently, I’d just say, ” But actually, I fell over,” and they’d go, “No, what really happened?” *facepalm.*

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