07-08-2019, 12:45 PM
That’s why I wear a kilt.
True story: During Round I of the Thumb of Evil, I took myself to the ER at 1:30am because the pain wouldn’t let me sleep. While sitting in the partitioned treatment room, the patient to my right (behind a curtain) was getting treated. Older woman, husband standing in doorway, looking concerned. She was having pain in her head and loud buzzing in her ear.
Short version: Big Damn Bug in her ear. So big that the jaded ER staff (and they are *all* jaded) took turns coming in to see the monster bug. I did not go look because I have enough nightmare fuel for the rest of my days.
True story: During Round I of the Thumb of Evil, I took myself to the ER at 1:30am because the pain wouldn’t let me sleep. While sitting in the partitioned treatment room, the patient to my right (behind a curtain) was getting treated. Older woman, husband standing in doorway, looking concerned. She was having pain in her head and loud buzzing in her ear.
Short version: Big Damn Bug in her ear. So big that the jaded ER staff (and they are *all* jaded) took turns coming in to see the monster bug. I did not go look because I have enough nightmare fuel for the rest of my days.
In the Tudor Period, Fencing Masters were classified in the Vagrancy Laws along with Actors, Gypsys, Vagabonds, Sturdy Rogues, and the owners of performing bears.