So at 5 am this morning we had a psych patient (bipolar with a history of IV drug use, and there for a Tylenol overdose of all things) try to escape down one of the stairwells. Needless to say I cut him off on one of the floors and threw my whole 5 foot 11 185 lb frame at him and was able to get him to the ground where he promptly bit me right under my armpit. It took 7 guys to get him fully subdued but because of the bite I was subjected to a plethora of shots and now my right arm is completely DEAD and USELESS, it's a small miracle I was able to ride home this morning and the the nurse said it will be a lot worse tomorrow. I'm going to the Rx Bandits show tonight and will have to sit on the sidelines of the pit like a douchebag because this other douchebag bit me. I'm gonna try my damndest to make it there tomorrow but I can't turn a wrench (I can barely type this with my left hand). If I feel better in the am I will totally be there but it's not looking too good right now.
Not as cool as t boning a car in newton or hitting a dog, but I'm still hurting something fierce right now.