owie

Well, I'm damaged goods for the next few weeks. Some asshat decided to do an entirely other defense against a headlock than what the instructors told us to do. I was literally picked up and thrown hard on the mat. Pro-wrestling style, only for real. Right on my left shoulder. All 67 kg. of me. That really hurts...

What the fuck is it with young boys and their need to "improvise" like that? Do they think it makes them look talented or something? Sure, it's cool to pick on the little penguinette, but if he gets into the habit of doing crap like that and has a larger opponent, then he's dead meat if he ever has to execute that defense...

Well, the trip to the doctor wasn't wasted as I also got a refill on another prescription I needed a refill for. I have some lovely Naproxen to kill Ms. Stomach. I even got to go to the x-ray place and get some funky pics taken of my evil shoulder...

After this episode, I'm rethinking this d-i-e-t thing. I have to go see a sports nutritionist to find out why I'm not losing weight/fat. Then again, if I gained 10 kg, it would be more difficult to pick me up and toss me around... :)

I haven't written much lately...

I should do something about that.