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15: PAIN

My short stay in Chico

In an effort to fill gaps in my housing history… Chico (Fall 1998) – Some random apartment complex near the movie theater. (Right near East 20th) I remember my brief time here really upset mi amigo Terry.  I had told him I would move in to a place with him in Chico, go to school,...

I Blame Khan.

Remember Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan? I think that both fans and non-fans of Star Trek can mutually agree that this was an awesome movie. What other cinematic epic can boast of having spaceship duels, exotic planets, killer special effects, and Ricardo Montalban? Anyway, if you saw it, you must surely remember how...

Pain… here it comes again…

Well… I think I need training wheels for my mountain bike, because I managed to injure myself again. On an assuming and fairly mild summer Saturday morning in Northern California, I decided to go for a mountain bike ride. All was well for the first 1/2 of the ride, I rode a long uphill dirt...

Let’s hear it for the boys…

“My friend said it was the worst experience he’s ever had…” “My nut swelled up like a rotten peach.” “The anesthesia didn’t work…and it felt like someone shoved an ice-pick in my sack and out my eye.” “It wasn’t one of my favorite experiences, I can say that.” “It was no big deal.” “My sack...

My Most Painful Experience EVER – Round 2

CONTINUED FROM… So as I started to come to the realization that my arm was broken, I tried to walk down the trail towards the river. After a few steps, I started to go into shock from the pain. So I sat down on the trail and tried my best not to pass out. My...

FRACTURED! (part 1)

Late one afternoon a couple of years ago, I was riding my bike home from work. It’s about a ten mile stretch, and I was tired and eager to get back. I zipped into a residential area near where I live, riding on the sidewalk due the the lack of a bike lane. As I...

I don’t know why, I don’t know why, can’t get enough of your hand Jaime.

I have my own hornet story, while not as interesting or cool as Eduardo’s, it’s worth mentioning. I was working at school and playing basketball with the kids in the gym. I had turned to take a jump shot from just outside the right baseline when I felt a sharp pain in my right hand....

Yellowjacket Hater vs. Forearm Inflator

Sometime in 1991, my family and I were at the annual church picnic at the Civic Center. It was a fun-filled afternoon of hot dogs, soda, and wholesome family fun in the shady park near the river. Some kids were rolling hula hoops down the hill, and trying to jump through them without knocking them...

THE CYST- PART 2

PRE-OP- My son was born on September 27. After a few weeks of enjoying his company, and having Thanksgiving with my family, the surgery date approached. I went down the night before, my pre-op was scheduled for that evening and some more for 5am on the following morning. The Pre-op for the night before consisted...

My Most Painful Experience EVER – Round 1

This one was the grand daddy of all pain experiences for me. Bar None, nothing is even remotely close. While growing up I was always somewhat surprised that I had never broken a bone. I had plenty of instances where it very well could have happened, but I had escaped with mere cuts and or...

The Cyst-Part 1

THE PRECURSOR- I was on a flight bound for Seattle in 1998 with Paco, his Ex, and Guillermo. We were heading up there to enjoy the New Years festivities. I took the odd seat out, next to a fairly attractive lady my age. I began conversing with her, and it turned out we had pretty...

Mouthful of Pavement

In 8th grade, fellow amigo Pepe had a birthday party and invited a bunch of people. After the party was more or less over with, we all grabbed our skateboards and headed into the hilly neighborhood that existed between his house and our school. Although few of us were ever any good at skating (I...