{"author_name":"FourmyleCircuits","cat":"LD #30","comments":[],"epoch":1408759440,"likes":0,"metadata":{"p_key":"28350","p_author":"FourmyleCircuits","p_authorkey":"0","p_urlkey":"63802","p_title":"Down, but not out","p_cat":"LD #30","p_event":"LD30","p_time":"1408759440","p_likes":"0","p_comments":"0","p_status":"UPD5","us_key":null,"us_name":null,"us_username":null,"event_start":"1408665600","event_key":"24","event_name":"LD30"},"text":"<p>I&#8217;m going to try very hard to make something, and it might even be coherent.<\/p>\n <p>I was at BJ&#8217;s(a somewhat local Discount Club) when my day took a turn for the exciting. I had a moderately severe audio-triggered seizure. Details follow. Some cursing. Sorry folks.<\/p>\n <p><span id=\"more-374739\"><\/span><\/p>\n <p>I was pushing the cart when something high pitched and warbly went off. And the whole world went quiet, like someone was cranking down the volume. I tried to get away, but it was like running through <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Non-newtonian_fluid#Oobleck\">oobleck<\/a>. The harder I pushed, the harder it was to move. And then I started to fall. I caught myself with the cart, but it wasn&#8217;t enough. I fell mid-stride, in slow motion.<\/p>\n <p>And then I hear, plain as day, the sound of cloth tearing. My pants ripped from crotch to knee and I went all the way down into a stunning split. And as I&#8217;m toppling over, the only thing I can think are &#8220;My balls are dragging on the ground. That&#8217;s really cold.&#8221;<\/p>\n <p>My SO barks some orders, and apparently I have just enough presence of mind to follow them, aand pull myself across the ground with my arms. I come to some time later(snow says it was like two minutes) with a poncho over me, and snow asking if I can stand. I can&#8217;t. I kinda lapse into the after shocks. So here&#8217;s this lady who thinks I&#8217;m having a normal seizure, which fair enough, and is trying to be helpful by telling me not to try to move.<\/p>\n <p>Problem is, I&#8217;m not trying to move, I&#8217;m dry heaving and occasionally twitching. I understand now it looks the same from the outside. All I can think is &#8220;C&#8217;mere lady, I wanna puke on your shoes.&#8221; Not nice of me, not fair of me, but it&#8217;s what I was thinking.<\/p>\n <p>Anyway, the manager comes over with a wheel chair, and wouldn&#8217;t you know it, the wheels won&#8217;t lock. I tell them to hold it steady as I try and pull myself up. I manage to sort of fall upward, but not far enough. I think &#8220;well, maybe I can use the foot bits as a seat&#8230;&#8221; That doesn&#8217;t work, and for a moment, I think I&#8217;m going to have to pay for it, but they spring back after I fall into a metal bar. Which, at least lets me steady myself. So, I finally manage to get onto one knee and grab the chair and sorta.. throw myself back.<\/p>\n <p>So, I&#8217;m in a wheel chair, with my junk half hanging out, covered in a poncho, and they hand me a bottle of water. I&#8217;m wheeling myself, because is is not the first time I&#8217;ve been in a wheel chair. So there&#8217;s no place to put it but my lap.<\/p>\n <p>Everything&#8217;s fine until the poncho gets caught in the wheel. It pulls just enough to drop the fucking water bottle right on my balls.I downed the water after that.<\/p>\n <p>She gets me some new pants, we check out, and I have to go get changed. I&#8217;m in a wheel chair, and&#8230; Of course they don&#8217;t have an automatic door. I try to push through, I make no headway forward. So I turn around&#8230; And run into the water fountain. Then I make it into the door part way, only to get caught on the lip, and the accursed door spanks my ass back out of the bathroom.<\/p>\n <p>I skid into a damn checkout line, and I look up at the cashier, eyes bulging, in a damn wheelchair, and ask &#8220;can you help me into the bathroom?&#8221;<\/p>\n <p>I change my pants without further incident. as I&#8217;m starting to get my strength back. I get spanked out of the bathroom again, and skid into a bizarre victory lap. I get to the door, stand shakily, put the wheelchair back, and say to snow, as I&#8217;m standing in front of the guy who checks receipts &#8220;Snow, give me the receipt so he won&#8217;t repossess my pants.&#8221;He pretty much dies laughing.<\/p>\n <p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n <p>So, I&#8217;m going to try to contribute, but I&#8217;m going to be a bit loopy for a while. On the bright side, gave me something to do for this theme. If I can concentrate enough to do it.<\/p>\n <p>Edit: And I screwed the pooch on the cuts. Yay.<\/p>","time":"August 22nd, 2014 9:04 pm","title":"Down, but not out"}