Ring my bell
I've been playing defense a lot lately, which is fine because it's what I'm good at and what I like. During yesterday's A-Team game, I was hanging back, playing more conservatively than usual because I'm tired, sore and pissed at those guys for leaving. So there I was, hanging back in our zone w/ the goalie, minding my own business, when somehow, my right outside edge caught on something and I went down. Hard. First my legs went out from under me and I though, okay, this has happened before a bunch of times, no big deal. Then my back hit, again, hey I have pads, no big whoop, but then I heard the crack and felt the thud as my head hit the ice at full speed. I saw stars (which, for the record are not actually stars, it's more like looking at where the pavement meets the sky on a hot day) and came to the bench crying, screaming "D! D!" I sat out 2 or 3 shifts then went back, with a new twitch in my left eye and fighting the urge to puke.

I still managed to play some good D upon my return. After the game, everyone wanted to talk and I just couldn't, it hurt too much and I had another game at 4:15.

Today I still want to puke (and just might) and have a sore neck. A trip to our trusty chiropractor should help a bit. But ugh, my bell has been rung.