Dental Work for the Dumbass?

There is a reason I hike and run for exercise. I DON'T WANT TO DIE.

Yah, seriously. Me and balls, we don't get along so well. In elementary school I took a swing at softball- the only time I got on base was when I was walked for getting hit by the ball. In middle school it was tennis. The ball ALWAYS got stuck in the hole below the face of the racket. And, in high school, when I was required to take gym class, (although I opted for the safer option of walking the perimeter of the gym) I would without a doubt get hit by stray volleys from the volleyball quart.

For some reason adults choose to surround kids with the most fucking dangerous objects. Its like its a freaking joke. Hahaha. Let's see if little Jilly can survive all the f**king balls we'll throw at her today. Survival of the fittest honey, sure you will do great!!! Despite a few scrapes and bruises, I DID survive the dominant presence of balls in adolescence.

You might think I would have a better handle on balls now that I am older. A little more seasoned, quicker reflexes, better at running and dodging. Heh. Neh eh.

First day back to boot camp. Ten minute warm up and then six movements. I get through the first five exhausted, but intact. The last station? Squat/jump/throw with medicine balls. AWESOME. Balls. I grab the 20lb ball. Squat. Check. Jump. Check. Throw. Check. Get hit in the jaw with the 20lb medicine ball when it bounces off of the asphalt. FUCCCCKKKK. Chris, one of the trainers, laughs. "Don't worry, no one saw that but me." Heh, I laugh.

Yah, no one saw me slam a 20lb ball into my face, but they will sure as hell know about it when I can't move my fucking jaw and have to spend $30K+ on a bone grafting surgery. No, I'm sure its not that bad- at least I hope not. But, this whole ordeal has made me reflect on my monetary rehabilitation. I will always need to have more money saved than other people, because I am a damn klutz. Sucks... balls.

I'll keep you posted on the jaw sitch. Right now it just f**king hurts. Gahhh. I really need to invest in full body armor... or maybe just head to toe foam padding. That might work.

Mrrrr. Jildo

P.S. No one is allowed to call me "Jilly". EVER. (except maybe Natalia, but that's just because she's been doing it forever).