Get in the Box

Injury sucks.  I keep reminding myself that I could have been hurt much worse.  A little bit more to the left, or bending my leg just a hair more and I might never use my left arm again.  Yes, it could have been so much worse, but it still sucks.

I wish I had an exciting story to go along with this injury. Something like:

I was Pack Ref for the last jam in the bout.  The score was tied and on the last pass through the pack the lead jammer cuts to the inside to score the winning point.  As she passed the inside blocker to win the game, her skate caught the copping sending her flying into me.  We both hit the ground with my elbow bending in a most unnatural way.

Back in reality, it is always the little things that usually lead to the most pain.  I was assisting at AZDD Brats practice last Wednesday, just running a simple balance drill for the girls.  Whistle in mouth and stop watch in hand, when I lifted one of my skates to help demonstrate the proper motion for this exercise, I immediately felt myself falling backwards.  My other skate must not have been positioned correctly, or my balance was just slightly off.

In the split second that I was falling, I wasn't concerned.  I've fallen like this literally a hundred times.  Arms bent to act as shock absorbers, butt tucked in to protect my tailbone, and preparing myself for the insignificant bruising pain.  But that's not what happened next.