Ow

Just fell off my swing. Still in shock a bit. Dad's gone back to sleep, so I'm mostly typing this to keep myself awake for another half hour or so in case of concussion. (It's one a.m. here. Yes, I have odd garden habits.)

Rope broke at the top: I think it was that loose joint that's been bothering me for ages. I was fairly high up and I'm pretty sure I flew right out and landed in the middle of the garden.

I'll have a full injury tally in the morning, I'm sure, but so far: nothing's broken. Any concussion is probably mild, but I'm not risking it. Shock's fading, apparently I function quite well through shock (odd, since I freeze in an actual crisis). One swelling eyelid, which'll probably be a proper shiner by morning. The same eyelid is grazed, that's an interesting experience. I can see fine out of it, though, which is just as well since it's my good eye...

Bit of a headache, bruised shoulder, whiplashed spine/neck. Could be much, much worse.

But hey! Only recently, I was bemoaning my lack of first-hand experience for writing characters in pain. That scene's going to be awesome now.

An update

I'm fine. No visible bruises, although I do have a combination cabbagey ear/swollen and grazed eyelid on the right side of my face and a shoulder that won't rotate properly. Still kind of shaky, too.

The moral of this story is: when your swing rope has been going clunk, clunk at the joint for over five years, do not assume that it's just a bit loose and will be fine. It is in fact filing its way slowly through the shackle below it.

Today is mocking me by having lovely weather. Guess where I'd like to be right now...?