a really bad day(24 hours)

[aido179]

Have you ever had a day that you wish just would never happen?
Or ever have something happen and think, well, if I didn't go there, I wouldn't be in this mess?
I did. It ended four minutes ago...

How did it start?
Well, after being on crutches with a fractured fibula for three weeks, I have been recovering for about another three. At first, I couldn't walk without a limp but now I can jog and I thought it was fit to try and get back training. (classic, you'll know how tough it is to just stand on the sideline while recovering)

so I get on my rugby gear: jersey, Lycra, shorts, cycling shorts, socks and boots. (i didn't bring my gum guard do I wouldn't be enticed to start contact.
I turn up at training, re-introduce myself to the coaches, and join in in the warm up. long story short, they didn't think it was a good idea for me to take part so I stayed on the sideline (again). having your coach say this to you after getting all ready and psyched up is a little deflating.
but I got over it; "i understand" I said, "i wouldn't want to do any damage" I said. and I stood aside.
rugby is a very tough sport, you dint get padding ( no more than 5millimeters of foam padding is the limit) and a lot of injuries occur. so there were about six other players not taking part.
we began playing a game of 'tag' and when that deteriorated, we just kicked the ball over and back.
I was chatting to a teammate for a few minutes, not realizing that another teammate was kicking less than a meter behind me. I turned to see where he was and he struck the ball. it hit me in the side of the face from less than a meter away. full force...

I opened my eyes, from what I could tell less than a minute later and found the earth was sideways. Oh, wait no, I must have been on the ground....I couldn't see properly out of my right eye and I wasn't in full touch with reality. I stood up, noticed how I couldn't balance very well and went to get some water to wash out my eye. The guy I was talking to and the kicker followed me, apologizing (were all friends). after I got to the water, I began to feel the pain. apparently, my face was bright red and my eye was watering. it was very painful....I hung around until the end of the training session for my lift, bluffing my way through questions of "are you OK?" and "holy s***, how do you feel?" I wasn't thinking straight and was about to fall over but I worked through it.

in the car on the way home, I began to feel the headache....

I stepped in the door, still dazed and noticing the strange throbbing feeling behind my eyes. Being Irish, and worried, my first reaction was to have a cup of tea and I saw some left over toffee cake, so I finished it. little did I know this wouldn't be the last I would see of that cake....yum....

after my shower, I couldn't deal with the headache which had become increasingly painful so I took a migraine pill. last time ill try that. I went to bed, my head still spinning and lay down. the headache would not go, so I called for my mother, who's a nurse. she became worried and took my blood pressure and heart rate. all she could do was to tell my to try and relax. so I tried, and tried, and tried, and tried until I noticed I was swallowing on each breath to keep that tea and cake down...so I tried again, and then again and finally (at 1.30 this morning) I gave up trying.
in your interest I wont go into details of that part of my experience.

once that was all over, I could relax and the pain slowly went. slowly. I think I got to sleep at about 2.30.

at seven o clock this morning, my mum got up to go to work. she checked in on my and decided I could stay at home (as if I was about to go to school after that). I fell back asleep.

at 8 o clock, dad got up to wake me, my brother and sister up for breakfast and to bring us to school. I had to explain to him how I wasn't up for it.

I tried to sleep, but was not able to. I got out of bed at 11 to try and eat something.

at 11.30, the phone rang, it was the teacher in school who organizes the play...I had to attend rehearsals this afternoon at four...I promised I would make it, as I had secured the lead role and I really was looking forward to the production (Philadelphia here I come, by Brian frill).

I figured, hey, I've got a French test worth 30% of my Christmas grade at 2, I'll sign in and take that, then endure the last to=wo classes and then go to rehearsals. so I dressed, did the homework for the two classes and walked the half mile into the village to get to school. on the way, I met the teacher that called my house on a break...she was smiling, never a good sign.

"Aidan, I've got bad news" I thought as much
"can I help you with anything?" must be polite now...
"Aidan, unfortunately, we have to take you out of the play"

crap...
the reason was because I will not be in school for one week in January two weeks before the play is on for three nights and it would be unfair to the other actors and those participating if I couldn't attend.....BS of the highest order. I had to understand though. I wouldn't have to attend rehearsals.

When I went to the school reception to sign in all I got was grief.
apparently (i know, Ive over used this word) It isn't good enough for a student to get up out of bed when they are sick and go to school. This crying gets all argumentative about why don't have a signed not (both of my parents were at work) and why I'm trying to sign in. to top it all off, shes a complete sexist....I KNOW!!!!
She asks for my mothers phone number, I presume to make sure I'm allowed go to school, and I tell her (politely, I might add) "sorry, she will be in work, your best bet at contacting my parents is to get my dads number" to which the crying replies "No, give me your mothers number" I insist on giving her my dads number but it isn't good enough. so she gets my mums number. I'm presuming she is afraid to speak to a man. grrrr!

.................................

so out of my day, I get:
a head injury;
a drug reaction;
chucked from the play; (this is what I am most bitter about)
and Hillary Clintoned to;

sorry, I had to tell somebody. thanks for reading.
how was your day? and sorry for no use of capitols.

[Phil]

Wow Aido179.

That's quite a few grief issues. If I get a day to think about this I can probably post a more helpful reply tomorrow but I can address some of it now.

The Rugby team- I would say that when you and your doctors feel you're ready to participate in practice the coaches should let you. As demonstrated the hard way you can be injured accidentally in this freak accident so they might as well let you play the right way. Had you been practicing you would have been properly prepared for what might be coming instead of turning around and being surprised by a flying ball in the side of the face.

The play- I feel badly that you are being put out of it because there's no reason if you rehearse and learn your lines and you will still have 2 weeks to rehearse with the case if I read your dates properly, that you should be able to work with the cast and pull it off.

As for insisting on speaking to your mother instead of your father I can help there.
As you are probably have read I'm home daytimes and my wife is not. I have overnight shift.

So if my 10 year old needs a parent I am the 1 who is more available.

You probably would need to say nothing to the teacher and tell your parents what's going on. At that time your dad should call and say 'Im Aido179's father and I have no problem with him doing this or that or we let him stay home from school because of whatever.'

Just have your dad step in and explain the situation for you rather than you argue with your teacher.

[Phil]

PS sorry to double post.
I have done this. I have taken letters addressed to my wife from the school and just said 'I'm Phil Ostrotkiewicz [remember the cookie offer] and I'm Jason's father. I am here to answer this letter.'

There's no reason they can't talk to me. I am also Jason's guardian and my wife and I have an intact marriage there's no quarrel for permission for our son.

[Jersey]

Dude, it sounds like you wound up with a concussion. The pain behind your eyes, inability to balance, and the endless headache tell me that's what you have. You should get checked out.

[Classicblast]

I'm with Jersey Life 100% about the get checked out. Never hide or soft pedal in injury.

It only leads to further trouble.

I know the anxiety of wanting to play. I hate the bench. Oh sure people tell you things like "Why worry about it you're under contract so you get paid either way."

That argument doesn't fly with me. I believe I can contribute to the game and I can't do that in the dugout so that's my stance. So I agree with you not working out with the team sucks.

The play doesn't seem fair. I think Phil is right about the two things he said with the teacher should be equally willing to speak to your father as your mother.

If there's no way you can get back onto that play cast is there a local theater that has auditions?

I would look into that and get the theatric experience that way if the school play is out for now.
There's probably more to it than just the play itself you're probably enjoying the participation along with your friends in the play.

But don't let anybody stop you from performing if that's what you want to do.

If I quit baseball whenever someone told me to get a real job and stop chasing a silly dream I wouldn't have experienced any of this. For one thing I never would have played for the team in the city where Blastgirl lived and therefore we never would have met.

That's just an aside though. The important thing now is to get back on the school play and if you can't and you want to act find one of those other venues.

[aido179]

hey guys. I have to admit, I didn't expect anybody to read the full thing. thanks.
My mum is a nurse and she was checking up on me regualarly, taking heart rate and bloodpressure. I'm feeling ok now, just the echo of the headache (mum said its bruising, but im not sure I like the sound of my brain being bruised lol)

the play:
this morning, when I came into school, one of the teachers approached me and asked for me to take part as a smaller role. It'll do I guess, ill still enjoy it, but I was really hyped for the lead role.....

i dont know what to say about the woman in the office (shes actually not even a teacher).

its great to hear the concern guys.

[Phil]

I'm glad you're back in the play. Even in a lesser capacity it's by far better than not being in it at all.

And if you do it as well as it seems you will you will get leads in other plays.

The office broad non-teacher yeah, that doesn't change my feeling about if that happens again just say nothing to her and let your dad make the call or sign the note there's no reason that can't be considered the same as if your mother signs it.

[Mahnarch]

Hey, glad things are going better - brain wise.

I hope that the 'new role' doesn't involve you dressing up like a bush, or farm animal....lol.

If you're good enough on stage, maybe I'll write a part for you on the silver screen.
You can play a talking bush....HA!

You don't ride to school in your gear, do you?
That'd be awesome. Getting out of the car in full combat gear.
I can imagine pulling up next to a car at a red light and looking over at a hockey goalie in full ger - mask and all.

[aido179]

lol, no, rugby is on after school. so we come out of class and go to get changed. this incident happened at the club though.
HaHA, the role is of the leads father. Its actually a really wierd play. I always thought I was a good actor and they said I was too.....buttlickers

[Kimm]

You will get lead roles theres nothing you can do once the decision is made except beat them at their own game and be so good that next time around they have to cast you in a big part.

[aido179]

unfortunately there wont be a next time... its the only play the school does and its only for my year so next year I wont be around for it. But I will be so good that they'll regret dropping me

[Phil]

That's what you have to do.

[dannyboy]

This might be your last year of high school but there will be other chances to be in other plays. And if you go to any university there will be a theater and drama club.

[Jason O'Lewa]

i had a really bad day the other day.
i got up and I was not feeling good. my dad said for me to go to school anyway because it was not a fever or a flu.

he said that im probably more tired and I dont have anything that could infect other people so I shoudl just tough it out

i did but when I was going home I droped my book on the bus and some other kids stepped on it to be jerks.

i got home and my dad said my sister was sick so I have to finish the work he didnt get finished before my mom comes home.

that was ok othertimes but since I felt sick I didnt feel like loading and unloading the dishwasher and making cereal for my brother.

if that wasnt bad enough I axidently shut my hands in a cubord door putting away dishes.
my dad said to me jason you really are having a rough day.

but he still made me finish the work and sweep leaves off the walk way.

[Phil]

That's ok. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

[Blastgirl]

I hope things are a little better now then the other day Aido.

[Mahnarch]

Phil is a good dad.

"That's ok. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

There are too many parents out there who believe that everything has to be made out of NERF.

My dad handed me a loaded shotgun when I was 7 and I ended up having it hit me upside the face. (I hit the coffee can, though)
It was a big revelation to me about the differences between a .22 rifle and bigger guns.

He said the same thing,
Dad: "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."
Now-a-days, I can shoot a shotgun without beaning myself.....cuz I'm stronger.

I also only pulled the TV down onto myself once.

Dad: "Let him do it. He'll learn."

Dad: (after I cut myself with a knife.) Are you dying?
Me: No.
Dad: Then don't worry about it. Just hold pressure on it and keep it above your head.

That's why I don't rush myself to the hospital for a runny nose these days - like some other people I know.

[Phil]

I tend to think safety is important. But you gotta live a little.

Jason has posted in here that I let him move my truck around a little bit.

I don't send a 10 year old to the store with my pickup truck but I let him mobilize it a little bit.

I let him and his friends play roller hockey in the driveway with either a puck or mylec hockey ball. Not a sissy nerf ball but I do make them wear a caged helmet.