I learned my lesson in 1980 when I went over the handlebars of my bicycle (I was a freshman in high school at the time living with my father in Bishop, California). I was in a hurry to get to an orientation meeting for volunteer referees for the local AYSO region and I was excited to learn to be a soccer referee, so when people came to help me up, I rushed it and then fainted. Thus an ambulance was called and it was off to the hospital. They dealt with the scrapes but decided it was safe for me to go home when my father came to get me.
A month later, I was in there again when I broke my arm playing flag football (yes, flag football, not tackle) in PE. This was of course more serious, and the collision that broke my arm and dislocated my nose (didn't break it, but oh did it hurt when they pushed it back into place) knocked me out cold. I remember them using smelling salts to revive me on the field. I was in a cast for four weeks.
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Date: 2025-03-06 01:33 pm (UTC)A month later, I was in there again when I broke my arm playing flag football (yes, flag football, not tackle) in PE. This was of course more serious, and the collision that broke my arm and dislocated my nose (didn't break it, but oh did it hurt when they pushed it back into place) knocked me out cold. I remember them using smelling salts to revive me on the field. I was in a cast for four weeks.