Yesterday we went out into the woods to take some photos and to also try out taking photos of the river with the shutter open for a second to get a nice silk shot, but on the way we found an old rope swing. Jo and Lauren both had a go on it (but just using it as a boring swing) So me being me had to step it up a notch. I held the branch in my hand and ran as fast as I could knowing as soon as the rope became taut it would flick me up in the air, but as soon as it did I heard a snap (the kind you hear from an old mans hip on a winters morning) and before I knew it I was flung up (legs up in the air and head facing down) and landed right on my neck. The girls said I didn’t move for a few seconds but as soon as I knew what happened I couldn’t breath and the only thing I could do was make a horrible groaning sound which I have labelled the death rattle. Some how I had crushed my fingers under my head, fucked my ribs and bent my back the wrong way. Even today a day later I can’t move it, I couldn’t even put my socks on this morning.
The only good thing out of it all was the fact Jo managed to take photos of the whole thing so I’ve uploaded it on the net for your enjoyment.
http://pixcicle.deviantart.com/art/Me-about-breaking-my-back-75714916
(Click the link above to take you to deviant art, and then click the photo again to make it bigger)
Sweet as a nut! 