LMFAO :roflmao:... I have so DONE that! Lost the moment, spooked, and CRASH! Aaaaaaargh. :facepalm:
So many times. Too many times. Enough times that gravity sports have become one of my best grounding techniques (pay attention, or the ground will reach up and smack you!), but that doesn’t mean I don’t get smacked. It just means I’m already running symptom hot if I’m using my nuclear skills (high risk high reward) to manage myself. But since that’s also just what I consider “fun”? :woot: I can be asymptomatic and still hurtling down mountainsides (on snow, me) and biff it. Either way? I’m pretty f*cked.
:shifty: Because then... to add insult to injury I always get suicidal as f*ck when I get injured, because my symptoms spike when my major Avenue for stress relief goes out the window for 6 weeks as I’m growing new bone / reweaving muscles. LeSigh. :banghead:
So I feel ya. Whether pushing hard to blow off steam, or just enjoying the hell out of the day... f*ck. I broke myself. Well the next 12 weeks are. going. to. be. awesome. :wtf: (6 weeks for bones, but twice that to pull my head out of my ass if I get stubborn about it, although easily 6 months if I’m depressed. I don’t do depression well. Stubbornness? Gold star. Depression? Brick wall bang head. So I count on 12 weeks, and try to stubborn up every chance I get.)
Hang in there.
And paper plates / plastic silverware are a life saver with only 1 good arm.
