But not by exploding drinks
The first thing that I do every morning is down two cups of cold green tea to (a) fight cancer and (b) hydrate so I don’t have another gout attack.
Interestingly, since I’ve done this at the suggestion of my buddy Thor, I’ve not gotten a second gout attack since the first one back in March of 2021, which I’m hoping was just a one-off fluke.
In any case, while I was groggy since I just woke up, I heard a super loud POP, almost like gunshot and I swore it came from my fridge, but I didn’t see anything.
But then I looked closely a few days later and saw this in the back of my fridge.
Evidently, my fridge is too cold, and a can of soda exploded when the soda inside froze.
I’m just glad it happened while the kid was away since he’s a lot smaller than me so any potential injury woulda been lined up with his face.
Her: Do not get injured again! I wanna go out this weekend.
Me: I promise nuthin.
Speaking of injuries, the past few weeks has been a series of annoying ones.
Whenever I get injured, it’s usually a white belt that has no idea what he’s doing, and I get injured.
My last injury was when a 200-pound 30-year-old former wrassler fell on me and torqued my shoulder.
Well, that was until last week, when a purple belt (essentially a level-three grappler) caught my ankle and did a belly-down ankle lock, which is one of the more dangerous ankle locks.
Then he twisted it like a nutcase within two seconds of grabbing it.
Me: Jesus! (after 10 seconds of just lying on my back trying to eat the pain) Duuuude…
Him: Sorry about that.
Me: You’re a purple belt?
Him: Uh, yeah.
Me: Dude…that was not cool.
So, I hobbled off the mat and ended up taking five days off.
But I’d promised the Firecracker we’d do something fun for the past weekend and I felt bad I kept cancelling on her.
So, I rested at home all week, icing and compressing my ankle until I felt I was good enough to head out with her over the weekend.
I’ll tell you about it in the next entry.
Location: a rum bar trying to do something good but having it backfire on me immensely
Mood: irritated
Music: filled with damage, I thought that I could beat my chances (Spotify)
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