Oh, Jiri. Je mi smutno. Although it's not as if I didn't see it coming. It seemed inevitable. Poor kid. Poor Radek, having to ask his brother for such a thing. I can't imagine what that did to their relationship. I like how you did this - that happened offstage. We saw the result. Made an impact that way.
John, you should have known re: the skating. It was fate. So... rest, compression, elevation, ice, anti inflammatories, quick time, dude. Where are your Ace bandages?
I did similar stupid just before a major skating weekend - my ankle. I was a weird combo of resigned, angry with myself, and actively freaked. I compressed the heck out of that injury, ice, etc. figuring, with the way skates are structured, if I could at least fit my foot into my boot, and bend the ankle forwards and backwards, I was going. By the time the event rolled around, I could fit it in. I brought my compression bandages with me, of course, and the drugs, but I could fit my foot in my boot, and skates are stiff enough that I could stand and even skate. John doesn't have that help - it's his knee, a problem anyway, and Oy, you've got me anxious. This is his landing leg, right? Oh, he's so bleeped.
As for John and the electronic tickets - now I'm getting confused about what year this story is taking place. I'd thought it was in the early to mid 1990s? There weren't electronic tickets then, and not a lot of people had email.
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Date: 2007-08-15 02:57 pm (UTC)John, you should have known re: the skating. It was fate. So... rest, compression, elevation, ice, anti inflammatories, quick time, dude. Where are your Ace bandages?
I did similar stupid just before a major skating weekend - my ankle. I was a weird combo of resigned, angry with myself, and actively freaked. I compressed the heck out of that injury, ice, etc. figuring, with the way skates are structured, if I could at least fit my foot into my boot, and bend the ankle forwards and backwards, I was going. By the time the event rolled around, I could fit it in. I brought my compression bandages with me, of course, and the drugs, but I could fit my foot in my boot, and skates are stiff enough that I could stand and even skate. John doesn't have that help - it's his knee, a problem anyway, and Oy, you've got me anxious. This is his landing leg, right? Oh, he's so bleeped.
As for John and the electronic tickets - now I'm getting confused about what year this story is taking place. I'd thought it was in the early to mid 1990s? There weren't electronic tickets then, and not a lot of people had email.