We won! I didn't help at all.
Okay, not entirely true, I did play, got the ball places a number of times, but failed to score even when the ball sailed past me.
But ERMAGHERSH what a game!
They scored the first goal in the first quarter. We scored one back almost immediately.
One of our top goalscorers (the one who didn't play last week because of her knee injury) then fell over on her knee and injured herself! We had the players to replace, but they weren't solid goalscorers like she was. On we played, but their defence was good. Then one of our defenders got jabbed in the stomach (with her own stick while jostling) and vomited on the field. She got off, we got some water into her, changed her shirt and she insisted she was okay to come back on. One of our players got hit in the foot by a ball at close range, and she was fine to play on it, but on getting it checked out at the local hospital last night she discovered she fractured it!
By the end of the game, we were still drawn, in spite of us dominating the play and having a half-dozen short corners, none of which we could get in. Their defence was really good...and my angling-it-in off a hard shot was awful. Something to practice next year, anyway. I need at least one person who can really hit it hard at me to be there at training so I can practise my hand-eye co-ordination. It's a very specific skill and we haven't practised it at all this year, so it's not surprising that the skill has withered.
In a grand final, if it's a draw, you play extra time. 5 minutes with two less players, "golden goal" (first to score). If it's still a draw, then you take off another two players, "golden goal". And then it comes down to one player v goalie.
I was on the first five minutes, then taken off for the second five minutes. Didn't do much, unfortunately.
Still drawn.
So it goes to the "player v goalie" part of the game. Best of five, and then if it's still drawn, it's rounds of shooting - one for us, one for them - with a "golden goal" - basically, whoever pulls in front at the end of the round.
The 'player v goalie' face-off used to be a penalty stroke. These days, it's...well, I don't know what it's called but "wobble off" is the term that my club uses for it.
The old penalty stroke was taken from a spot about 3m directly in front of the goal (marked with a white spot on the field). The player stands about a metre behind the ball, with the goalie in the goal. They get to take one step in, and have to flick the ball - not hit, but push/lift the ball - into the goal past the keeper.
But the new format is a "penalty shoot-out" which is one player has the ball from behind the quarter line, the goalie is in the goal, and the player has 8 seconds to run the ball in and shoot a goal. It's more complicated, but is better for players who can play the ball around.
I'm not very good at it. I prefer the penalty stroke, which I've practiced at, and am reliably good at. Oh well. We'd trained for it on Tuesday night, so at least I wasn't going in blind.
Five players from each team in the penalty shoot out; and after that, it's "one from each team, one by one, first one to score when the other doesn't wins".
I was one of the five, missed my shot (got past the goalie, but it wasn't angled far enough to go in and just slid along the post). And at the end of the five, we were 2-2. So. They got one, we got one. They missed one...we got one!
It took us a moment to realise that, yes, we'd won it. The game (and extras) had just gone on so long!
We didn't even have time for a victory lap because the next grade wanted to come on and play their grand finals. So we got out of the dugout and let them at it, and their games were much less dramatic: 3-0 in the next grade up and 4-0 in the A-grade.
Funnily enough some of our kids who were watching our game (there were whole families there, and quite a few players from other teams, past and present) that everyone who was watching was cheering for us to win, because we're a nice team to play: good sports, unlike our opponents!
We went out for lunch and a drink afterwards (well, most of us) and it was great. I came home, had a long hot shower and did a bit of stretching, and then went to church.
This morning, I was a little tired, didn't sleep well, and not as sore as I expected.
I'd thought I'd had my 'period' a couple of days ago - a quick bleed on Friday, a little bit of discharge on Saturday, nothing at all on Sunday. That's been fairly usual since the Mirena went in.
This morning, there was a little bleeding - light, like Friday. And then around midday, apres ca deluge. By 2pm it felt like my middle was tearing out, and I'd bled through two pads. Blood clots, thick and black, of the type that I used to get before the Mirena when I'd shed but the blood clearly hadn't made it out. Ugh.
I took two naprogesic for period paid relief, but half an hour later they hadn't kicked in, so I informed work and logged off. Climbed into bed and napped for the next hour while my insides tore out and I bled through another pad. UGH.
Had a physio appointment at 6pm, so I got up for that, and by then the pain had reduced and I could move and groove and think. A discovery I made: I can use mooncups again. (I couldn't shortly after the Mirena, it just felt weirdly itchy.)
I probably should have called the gyno, but I figured it was just a case of "the Mirena has failed" and the whole thing is coming out anyway in a couple of weeks so I'm kind of "eh, I'll live with it this once. BUT ONLY THIS ONCE."
Anyway. That's the story of How The Mirena Failed Me.
I've been pretty upfront about the hysterectomy (a.k.a. "YEETERUS": thank you![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
kore for that term! I love it!) with everyone, male or female. I think it's something that should be frankly spoken of among people - both those with and those without a uterus - because medical things are important. I'm more frank among women than men, but both my personal trainer (right now, he's a 'former' PT because I haven't been working with him for six months) and my physio are either used to me being blunt, or pretty chill about such things.
Okay, I'm going to put a bit more work in on something (it's painful and painstaking, but it needs to be done and my time with this client is running out).
Okay, not entirely true, I did play, got the ball places a number of times, but failed to score even when the ball sailed past me.
But ERMAGHERSH what a game!
They scored the first goal in the first quarter. We scored one back almost immediately.
One of our top goalscorers (the one who didn't play last week because of her knee injury) then fell over on her knee and injured herself! We had the players to replace, but they weren't solid goalscorers like she was. On we played, but their defence was good. Then one of our defenders got jabbed in the stomach (with her own stick while jostling) and vomited on the field. She got off, we got some water into her, changed her shirt and she insisted she was okay to come back on. One of our players got hit in the foot by a ball at close range, and she was fine to play on it, but on getting it checked out at the local hospital last night she discovered she fractured it!
By the end of the game, we were still drawn, in spite of us dominating the play and having a half-dozen short corners, none of which we could get in. Their defence was really good...and my angling-it-in off a hard shot was awful. Something to practice next year, anyway. I need at least one person who can really hit it hard at me to be there at training so I can practise my hand-eye co-ordination. It's a very specific skill and we haven't practised it at all this year, so it's not surprising that the skill has withered.
In a grand final, if it's a draw, you play extra time. 5 minutes with two less players, "golden goal" (first to score). If it's still a draw, then you take off another two players, "golden goal". And then it comes down to one player v goalie.
I was on the first five minutes, then taken off for the second five minutes. Didn't do much, unfortunately.
Still drawn.
So it goes to the "player v goalie" part of the game. Best of five, and then if it's still drawn, it's rounds of shooting - one for us, one for them - with a "golden goal" - basically, whoever pulls in front at the end of the round.
The 'player v goalie' face-off used to be a penalty stroke. These days, it's...well, I don't know what it's called but "wobble off" is the term that my club uses for it.
The old penalty stroke was taken from a spot about 3m directly in front of the goal (marked with a white spot on the field). The player stands about a metre behind the ball, with the goalie in the goal. They get to take one step in, and have to flick the ball - not hit, but push/lift the ball - into the goal past the keeper.
But the new format is a "penalty shoot-out" which is one player has the ball from behind the quarter line, the goalie is in the goal, and the player has 8 seconds to run the ball in and shoot a goal. It's more complicated, but is better for players who can play the ball around.
I'm not very good at it. I prefer the penalty stroke, which I've practiced at, and am reliably good at. Oh well. We'd trained for it on Tuesday night, so at least I wasn't going in blind.
Five players from each team in the penalty shoot out; and after that, it's "one from each team, one by one, first one to score when the other doesn't wins".
I was one of the five, missed my shot (got past the goalie, but it wasn't angled far enough to go in and just slid along the post). And at the end of the five, we were 2-2. So. They got one, we got one. They missed one...we got one!
It took us a moment to realise that, yes, we'd won it. The game (and extras) had just gone on so long!
We didn't even have time for a victory lap because the next grade wanted to come on and play their grand finals. So we got out of the dugout and let them at it, and their games were much less dramatic: 3-0 in the next grade up and 4-0 in the A-grade.
Funnily enough some of our kids who were watching our game (there were whole families there, and quite a few players from other teams, past and present) that everyone who was watching was cheering for us to win, because we're a nice team to play: good sports, unlike our opponents!
We went out for lunch and a drink afterwards (well, most of us) and it was great. I came home, had a long hot shower and did a bit of stretching, and then went to church.
This morning, I was a little tired, didn't sleep well, and not as sore as I expected.
I'd thought I'd had my 'period' a couple of days ago - a quick bleed on Friday, a little bit of discharge on Saturday, nothing at all on Sunday. That's been fairly usual since the Mirena went in.
TMI warning: for the health record
This morning, there was a little bleeding - light, like Friday. And then around midday, apres ca deluge. By 2pm it felt like my middle was tearing out, and I'd bled through two pads. Blood clots, thick and black, of the type that I used to get before the Mirena when I'd shed but the blood clearly hadn't made it out. Ugh.
I took two naprogesic for period paid relief, but half an hour later they hadn't kicked in, so I informed work and logged off. Climbed into bed and napped for the next hour while my insides tore out and I bled through another pad. UGH.
Had a physio appointment at 6pm, so I got up for that, and by then the pain had reduced and I could move and groove and think. A discovery I made: I can use mooncups again. (I couldn't shortly after the Mirena, it just felt weirdly itchy.)
I probably should have called the gyno, but I figured it was just a case of "the Mirena has failed" and the whole thing is coming out anyway in a couple of weeks so I'm kind of "eh, I'll live with it this once. BUT ONLY THIS ONCE."
Anyway. That's the story of How The Mirena Failed Me.
I've been pretty upfront about the hysterectomy (a.k.a. "YEETERUS": thank you
kore for that term! I love it!) with everyone, male or female. I think it's something that should be frankly spoken of among people - both those with and those without a uterus - because medical things are important. I'm more frank among women than men, but both my personal trainer (right now, he's a 'former' PT because I haven't been working with him for six months) and my physio are either used to me being blunt, or pretty chill about such things.Okay, I'm going to put a bit more work in on something (it's painful and painstaking, but it needs to be done and my time with this client is running out).
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All those hockey injuries: OW
The Mirena failing: OW OW OW
Let the yeeterus commence!
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However, the Mirena failing was the kind of OW with no win. *breathes*
GODDESS OF THE YEETERUS, I SUMMON THEE!
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I would recommend still telling your gyno.
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Yeah, I might call her office this morning.
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