Bock Injured
May 19th, 2009 | By Bock | Category: healthI fell hard and hurt myself.
Normally I’m very good at these things. If I trip over something I can usually skip out of the way, but not tonight.
No indeed, not tonight.
I was just having a quick look to make sure that the boiler was switched off, so I slipped to the side of the house, when something caught my foot and I went straight down with a smash onto the concrete.
Bang. Just like that.
Bang, crash, onto very hard stuff.
Fuck, that hurts.
It’s a very bad sign when it hurts immediately.
Normally there’s a pause of maybe an hour or two, but not this time. No. This time, my bones hurt straight away. This fucking hurts and I’m not sure if it’s superficial. This might require a visit to the hospital, though I suspect it won’t. The pain isn’t severe enough.
Nevertheless, given the pain I’m feeling right now, I suspect the morning will be very painful indeed. Smacking face first against concrete is not a good plan. Banging your muscles and joints against concrete at high speed is not a great plan either.
I’m too old for this. It fucking hurts. Anyone who’d like to offer comfort is welcome. I’m in pain. This fucking hurts. Shit!
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UPDATE
Well, I survived. My left leg hurts like fuck and there’s a series of parallel red scrapes across my ribs caused by the garden rake I fell on. I can’t walk very well and I can’t drive, though some people would say that’s nothing new. Luckily, my head missed the concrete mixer by inches, or I might still be lying there with my skull bashed in and dogs gnawing at my fingers.
I hobbled to the chemist for painkillers and bumped into my two nephews. They laughed at me and called me Igor. Bastards.
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Previously:
Oh no Bock – You “had a FALL”!!!!!!!!!
Oooooo did you hear Bock had one of his falls last night!
Sorry to hear it Bock. Considering the airgun-finger incident and this latest mishap, I’m beginning to wonder if the gods are smiting you for your relentless unbelief in them.
oh bock~ this is not a good fall~ besides, it’s summertime and the livin’s ’spose to be easy…..
are you ok with the “no broken bones” part??? you’re (just) real bloody sore? maybe “lesson” here (could be) plan ahead a bit?
no going out to do home/car maintainance after dark, no “just fix something quick” without discussing the worst case scenerios with your power tools and yourself, first??? we need you here bock~ ok, i said it: your words are powerful
expressions toward what is “sane” in a world gone gunnybags…your commitment toward exposing truth about what is happening in ireland and elsewhere then offering solutions and an open forum is very important to a whole lot of people, around the world.
please could you start taking extra care of yourself not just for you, your family and friends~ but for a whole gang of us
who need to check in with “our bockster” to find out what you’re pondering and writing about on any given day…
you’re one amazing dude, and i hope you decide to honor your “physical self” a bit more… please mend soon, and let us know how you’re doing? signed “a bock fan from across the pond~”
Bock would you for fucks sake look after yourself man. Do go to a Doctor and get it checked out!
Bock, recently at work I was half way up the stairs and remembered I needed something and went back for it forgetting I was 4 steps up…. Flat on my face and knees…still hurting 3 months on. It’s what happens as you get older. We’ve got to get used to it.
Jeez Bock you’re always hurting yourself, was it a nail that went thru your thumb the last time?. Maybe all that religion-bashing has placed a curse on your head:-)
What little sin have you immediately been punished for?
Seriously: Get soon well, Bock.
Don’t tell the kids Bock, they won’t believe you tripped over “something”…..far as they’re concerned you had a fall.
In the meantime get well soon.
Ouch! Thinking of you, Bock. Mind yourself.
just having a quick look to make sure that the boiler was switched off…. this the same boiler that you were having so many problems with and no end in sight?… serves you right for not telling us it was fixed.
Bock are you O.K.? We worry about you .
So nice to see that so many of your readers care enough about you to offer comfort (just wonder, though – how many people would have done so if you hadn’t asked?). Especially Jane’s appreciation post.
Express appreciation – before it’s too late. Like Joni Mitchell sang: “You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone”. And like Dan Fogelberg’s song “Leader of the Band”, written about and for his father before he left this world. Or Mariah Carey singing “You and I” at the Stevie Wonder Tribute Concert – with Stevie there to appreciate it in the front row (see them on YouTube).
Hope you heal and feel better soon, Bock. Gotta be more careful in the dock.
Sounds like a really bad accident – but, like you said, it could have been a lot worse. A lot of bad things are like that – helps to be thankful that they weren’t badder. (I know that’s not a word – just didn’t want to use worse again…).
Nothing wrong with badder.
However, quotes of Mariah Carey and Dan Fogelberg might well make your life worse.
*sigh* i know how y’all feel, sugar! xoxoxo it’ll pass eventually
T’is only a matter of time before the kids start suggesting that they want to take you for a drive: “we never go anywhere as a family anymore, ” they’ll sigh, adding, “do you want to come for a “spin” down – the – country”, a euphemism for the fucking “quare place”. Hide your credit cards, make a will, provisionally leave everything to the Tom cat. Let them know that you have done this and remind them that if you wake up in a white washed ward full of grey haired banshees – who for some reason imagine their in Tesco’s – and Daniel O’Donnell is playing in the background, Tom gets all the loot. That’ll put manners on em.
A speedy recovery to you meantime.
Abdul – your tactics are too crude for Bock. What I suggest is that Bock should contact each of his offspring, neices, nephews and beloved first cousins, and arrange with each in turn to drive him to his solicitors’ office to make his ‘last’ will. Swear each one to secrecy, and ask them to remain in the car – because – a beneficiary can’t witness a signature on a will, which you will explain to them. This will take about a fortnight to get through them all individually. The solicitor won’t care in the least how often Bock changes the will.
From then on, you will be showered with lavish care and attention from all sides, for the rest of your days. Your moat will be cleaned assiduously and your ducks will get a new island every month.
Leave it all to whoeverthefuck after that, remember I want the mixer and the table saw.
Nuts
Noo, ay’ll jest be gettin oot de pipes and readyin de lament, “Sergeant McKenzie”‘ll dae,
Fer those that dinnae noo it…..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xq3a_7242Lc,
Altogether noo.. “Laaaay me doooon….”
Do you think BOCK that perhaps your post on ‘had one of his falls’ was maybe a touch of that ethereal and elusively ephemeral prescience?
Or are you a victim of this blog? You know, where the writer unwittingly cedes control of all of one’s life’s happenings by unconsciously signing on the dotted line in blood while oblivious to the dangers inherent?
Almost like a Hitchcockian moment even!
Cursing Jack said if you cleaned the side of your house you wouln’t have falling .Hello from cursing Jack up in mulgrave street tonight.