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    So i was wrestling this other kid. The thing with this kid is that he likes to time his shots with mine so when he sees that i'm shooting for a takedown, he shoots at the same time. I was wrestling with him. I shot for a high crotch. He took his penetration step right as I went in and kneed the shit out of my head. There's a 2 inch cut above my eye that was bleeding profusely. So I called my mom and told her to pick me up and take me to the hospital because I split my head open. She said she's on her way. An hour later she still hasn't showed up. I call her again and she says she'll send my uncle to pick me up. My uncle shows up an hour later and takes me to ER. When my mom finally arrives it turns out she was too busy shopping to take me to the hospital. Comments?

  • #2
    You have two choices... you can "quit whining" (in an arny voice) ... or you can knee ur moms head and wait for two hours to do anything about it...

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    • #3
      What about the trainer. There should be somone at the school to attend to the medical issues until you can get to a hospital

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      • #4
        there was nobody there and the coach says he can't take mehimself cuz he has to stay and watch the other kids.

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        • #5
          It sucks that you had to wait so long, just hope that your mom was shopping for you!

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          • #6
            just curious, what MA do you take?

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            • #7
              The first time I got stitches was an interesting story;
              I was talking shit on my little brother's ex-girlfriend, and he started hitting me, so I clocked him, my mom came in to see what it was all about, and I turned around to catch a meat thermometer above my right eye.
              It took about an hour to get shit sorted out at home, I was pissed because I was bleeding through two towels I had held tight to my face, there was blood pooling below me all over the kitchen floor and I was literally slipping on it when I tried to follow my little brother to hs room, which he locked himself in, my mom kept saying she didn't want to leave him there because he was worried he had taken my eye, I put my knee through his door before I left, and at the hospital it took about another hour and a half to get any help, all the while I had this sopping mat stuck to my head leaking blood all over the place. The plastic surgeon on call said that if it had been a milimeter to either side I would have had a droop or lack of movement on one side of my face...Ah brotherly love.

              Shit took, like 20 stitches, some on top, more underneath, and glued shut.
              I was training for a fight I had to put off for fear that it would re-open if it got hit, and I had to explain the gaping wound in my face to non other than Adjarn Chai Sirisute when he came to the second seminar we had for him here in Salt Lake about two weeks later.
              Talk about embarassing.

              Oh well, at least I have a cool ass scar I can show off.

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              • #8
                Originally posted by Ekyotin
                just curious, what MA do you take?
                I'm on the school wrestling team if that's what you mean.

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                • #9
                  Originally posted by Garland
                  The first time I got stitches was an interesting story;
                  I was talking shit on my little brother's ex-girlfriend, and he started hitting me, so I clocked him, my mom came in to see what it was all about, and I turned around to catch a meat thermometer above my right eye.

                  Dude if there is even 3% truth to this, please go to a therapist very quickly and get plenty of drugs. Damn that's sick dude

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                  • #10
                    dude, the fucker stabbed me.
                    asshole spit in my face and started slugging because he didn't like what I'd said. now...realizing that both of us were young, 16 and 17, and that we are both pretty short tempered, yeah, okay...but he escalated the situation, I hit him twice and was ready to bounce, when I got stopped leaving the room by my mother...I turned around to face my brother for whatever reason, and I got stabbed in the face.
                    That asshole needs meds, not me. I don't go around stabbing people, apparently he does...little prick wasn't even appologetic...he was like "Dude, I'm sorry." did my parent's ground him, no...did I press charges, no...does he still perpetuate drama and try to get me and fight with him, yes...but you know what...shit happens, at least the vast majority of the time, I can keep my calm, and when I can't, I just fucking leave so I don't get drawn into another precarious ass situation.

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                    • #11
                      LMAO.......Garland Sorry!!! I thought you said "TAKING a ....." Not TALKING...." LOL

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                      • #12
                        LMAO.......Garland Sorry!!! I thought you said "TAKING a ....." Not TALKING...." LOL
                        Ha ha. For reasons like this, I read every thread in this forum. That would be one hell of a story to explain to Adjarn Chai Sirisute...

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                        • #13
                          Originally posted by Bjjexpertise@be
                          When my mom finally arrives it turns out she was too busy shopping to take me to the hospital. Comments?
                          I'll give you my comment:

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