wednesday delivering supersonic brimstone

thistle_

Stevo_666 said:

Consultant says my back isn't a serious problem - although just my luck, apparently the muscle that's gone awol is notoriously painful. Getting an MRI in the next few days anyway just to be sure.

What's the solution though?
Knowing it's not serious doesn't really make it better.

pinno

Munsford0 said:

seanoconn said:

I read all about your garage door shenanigans and i'm afraid to say I had a giggle when you said it took all day.

Took me nearly all day to read the garage door shenanigans post 😂

Documenting the whole fiasco was mainly for therapy

I remember spending 3 nights in an unheated garage in November replacing the clutch on a FWD Escort with only very basic tools. Brrr! Porsche 944 definitely beyond me...

I have a garage but it's not heated and do not worry, when the mercury drops, i'll not touch anything mechanical.
Wrapping your fingers in the cold when a spanner/ratchet/wrench/pry bar comes off a nut etc is a particular sort of pain that's to be avoided. Rather like when you were at school on a freezing day freezing day playing hockey.

However, you done your doors without major incident and you still have your fingers. That's a plus - no matter how long it took.

pinno

Pinno's Hockey jackanory #103.

17 year old me (captain of School B cricket tea that previous summer). I was approached by one of the PE teachers because the mixed hockey team was missing their goalkeeper for whatever reason and the outfield hadn't the guts to volunteer. I wasn't a hockey player. I couldn't think of anything worse but I was going to dine on the fact that I was representing the school. I stepped out with about half the padding I should have worn (in my confidence and youthful arrogance) into a bitter, bitter east wind.
Most of the play was at the other end. This was on account of our trump card: a certain Doreen McSkimming. She was like Mrs Trunchbull's tougher twin sister. I hardly saw any action for about 20 minutes. I stood there leaning up against the goal post getting slowly colder and colder and turning a shade of blue.
Finally something happened - an attack by the opposition and the ball came towards me and bounced (slightly short) on the hard, frosty ground. Perfect cover drive material and my stick, I turned flat to the ball and whacked it. The entire opened mouthed assembly of players and a handful of spectators stopped and watched this ball sail away to my right, bouncing just before the corner between the halfway line and the edge of the pitch marking. I was filled with immense satisfaction and one helluva jangle/tingly feeling in my hands in equal measure as that hard ball hit the hard stick held in cold, brittle hands.
A moment later, the whistle was blown and I was sent off for dangerous play.
Never, in all my life was I so grateful for being sent off. I pretended to look disappointed as I sloped off to the changing rooms into the cosy warmth. It took me about 10 minutes to undo the buttons on my navy blue school Polo shirt as my hands were that cold and I will never forget the warm shower that followed.
The ref. spoke to me quietly after the game and with his hand shielding his mouth "You do know that you leant back a little on the shot and you probably would have been caught?".

I smiled, he smiled and that was the sum total of my school hockey playing career.

pblakeney

Sounds a little like my rugby "career".
I was skinny, lightweight (unlike now) and not suited at all for rugby but at school you play what teacher decides on the day.
Anyway, the ball comes to me and I catch it. I must have been a back as there was no way I was a forward. Everybody shouts to pass. This annoys me so I go on a galloping run. I dodged tackles left, right, and centre about 3/4 of the pitch well into the 22 before I was brought down. I was mighty chuffed.
The play was brought back as I jumped one of the first tackles and this was deemed illegal. I never understood why, and I never played again for loads of reasons. Still, a highlight of sorts.
Enjoy watching the game but playing it wasn't for me.

PS - One time the pitches were frozen and we couldn't play football or rugby so some bright spark had the idea of girls v boys at hockey. We never stood a chance. Those ******* are hard!

beansnikpoh

Mini today..."hockey is shyte".

She's a swimmer and a netballer it seems. I will try to make her a rower.

I was an uncomplaining rugby player of a reasonable standard and sufficient violence and aggression until I bumped up against the unpleasantness of university rugby clubs. I loved playing cricket until it was no longer acceptable to play Saturday all day, Sunday afternoon and Wednesday after work. I'd still play now if I could.

Stevo_666

thistle_ said:

Stevo_666 said:

Consultant says my back isn't a serious problem - although just my luck, apparently the muscle that's gone awol is notoriously painful. Getting an MRI in the next few days anyway just to be sure.

What's the solution though?
Knowing it's not serious doesn't really make it better.

Not a lot you can do with muscle injuries like that - rest, avoid movements that hurt, take your painkillers and stick with hot water bottles on your back every now and then. I found a use for the heated seats in the Panzer on the way back...