Injury
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Asking for your prayers and good thoughts
by Jan CartwrightIt’s the middle of the night, and I sit awake. Praying, hoping, begging, bargaining with God, with the universe, with angels, with anyone…
It’s the middle of the night, and I sit awake. Praying, hoping, begging, bargaining with God, with the universe, with angels, with anyone who will listen (at least in my own head) – anything to feel that I can help my son recover fully and to ease his pain. It occurred to me that there is a huge network of people here that I’ve come to know and respect who may take a bief moment today to send their positive energy, their prayers, a tiny bit of their own good karma his way. I’m asking that now. On Thursday morning, my son Nick, 18 and recently graduated from high school, headed off for a day trip to Cedar Point, an amusement park in Ohio, with his friends. They had an auto accident; their van went off the highway on an exit ramp and rolled a number of times down an embankment. Thankfully, all the kids survived and six of them walked away with cuts, bruises, one broken bone among them, and an intense scare. However, Nick was severely injured. The most frightening of the damage – two burst fractures of vertebrae in his thoracic spine. He’ll have surgery Monday morning to repair those, after surgery today (or I guess it was yesterday at this point) to repair and stabilize a broken arm, clavicle and dislocated shoulder. The good news is that his spinal cord is still intact and he’s currently immobilized in the hospital to prevent damage until they get things put back together tomorrow. He’s in considerable pain, but talking and still making us all laugh somehow (my son is a very funny guy, according to the hospital staff and everyone who knows him). And so, here I am in a hotel room in Toledo at 4:00 AM, praying and worrying, while my son is hopefully drugged to the gills and having some respite from the pain he’s been experiencing. If you can send a good thought his way this morning and tomorrow, I’d be grateful. No good wishes can hurt, right?
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land mine n. - / An explosive device laid usually just below the surface of the ground. / . / The exact number of landmines is unknown. However, it is estimated that approximately 70 million landmines and other unexploded ordnance (UXO) are buried in more than 80 countries worldwide. It is estimated that there are between 15,000 and 20,000 new casualties caused by landmines and unexploded ordnance each year. / . No Mark up on this T-Shirt! Details: Further Info: / http://www.icbl.org/ / (The International campaign to ban landmines / – A network of more than 1400 Non-Governmental organisations in 90 countries working for a global ban on landmines)
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Teddy in hospital
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Sailing the Crazy Bed Boat Through Craziness. (Which is pretty crazy)
by Steven NovakUS$3.42–US$91.20
This is among the oldest things I’ve uploaded onto the site and because of that it looks a whole heck of a lot different than a lot of the work I’m doing these days. Also because of that there are some things I like about it, and a lot of things I don’t. What’s it all about? I dunno. A kid, a shipwreck, an octopus, a bed, a turtle, a deserted island, a puppy, a weird muppet looking thing… Maybe it’s a direct result of the head injury I had as a young man?
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SOME ONE CLOSE TO MY HEART
by midnight08Some one close to my heart, / so dear, so sweet, / so gentle and fragile / yet not afraid of a thing so young and willing to learn / will…
Some one close to my heart, / so dear, so sweet, / so gentle and fragile / yet not afraid of a thing so young and willing to learn / willing to help others / willing to speak her mind / willing to trust who is it you sit there wondering to yourselves / who could this be / is it a she or is it a he. this some one close to my heart / is so special to me / to lots of people on rb / special to her family / but very very special to / me. this is to a some one on here / who is speacial to a lot of people / her family, friends / and rb
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This is the full version of this piece. / Original Size / 357×296 mm / Materials / acrylic (straight up, watered down, and the sludgey stuff from the bottom of old paint brush water i was saving for a special occassion) metallic silver paint, 2B pencil, 4B Pencil, black marker, collage (paper, the screws, japanese newspaper), masking tape, carbon paper, plastic, brushes, fingers to apply paint, spray paint (black & copper), cardboard box side + flap. / Detail: / / The Evolution / / . / / . / / . /
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Windscreen
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My partner after being knocked out in an unprovoked attack in Surfers Paradise by a random stranger. I treated the image in PS as i was trying to create an image to embody the feeling of “Violence”… I sat in emergency with Brad for 5 hours. An unbelievable three quarters of the people that came in were assult victoms…not only that, but seeing the states these people were in really affected me. WHEN PEOPLE HURT YOU, / HEAL THEIR SICKNESS OF DISHARMONY BY KINDNESS, / UNDERSTANDING AND TRUTH…. / RESENT NO ONE…. / BY RESENTING OTHERS WE ONLY BELITTLE OURSELVES.
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I can not hold still.
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Quick! Get me to A&E!
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Help?
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This is a life-line portrait I have just completed as a commission for Spinal Injuries Awareness Week. The subject is Peter Allen, elements of his life include wife Dawn the drovers daughter, (hence the reference to the painting “The Drover’s Wife”, their twin sons, his work as a police intelligence officer (the sub-rosa, which also doubles as a symbol of rebirth after a spinal cord injury, and as he says- “It’s the international symbol of intelligence and marrying Dawn was the most intelligent thing I ever did”, their goat farm, their journey together through life (wheelchair tracks and footprints intertwined) and constellations indicating their star signs Taurus and Sagittarius. The ark is because they moved onto their farm during a flood known locally as “The Night of Noah”.
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Beware of the Dog
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This is Wanjun. She came to live with me for a week in Austin to go on fun photography adventures, etc. We went on a bike ride and went hurdling down a hill at top speed having a jolly old time when I see my house go by and turn to the left to go into my driveway…and WHAM. We crashed into a heap of bicycle and photographers on the gravel outside my house. I jumped up worried about wanjun, where I see her on the ground with a bicycle on her head. We both are featuring an elaborate array of scratches, bruises and other fun topical injuries from the accident, and naturally being photographers we took advantage of the situation and did portraits of eachother’s injuries. This is my first shot of her injuries. I did some macro shots of a couple of them too. I used her lens for this one.
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Ow! My fucking ankles!
by Bryan DavidsonWell, last night, I broke myself playing soccer. Got a huge ugly tackle from behind, took out my right leg, and had all my weight on my …
Well, last night, I broke myself playing soccer. Got a huge ugly tackle from behind, took out my right leg, and had all my weight on my left ankle, which collapsed under me. Couldn’t walk on it for a couple of minutes, cried like a bitch. Went and got some ice for it, sat on the sidelines for 10 minutes, came back on so we we’rent a man down, and tried to keep my weight on my right leg. Switched into goalkeeper in the second half, went out to close down a shot, dropped to the ground with all my weight over my right leg, rolled my ankle, and snapped it twice right near the joint. Now I have a fucking cast, and can’t do shit. I’m very very annoyed. On top of that, being on crutches, I have to use only my left leg to stand on, and my left ankle is bruised and sore as fuck.
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Drama on a Sunday Afternoon
by Estelle O'BrienIt started off being a quiet afternoon – I had turned the phone off and pulled down the blinds to have an afternoon nap… I was sudde…
It started off being a quiet afternoon – I had turned the phone off and pulled down the blinds to have an afternoon nap… I was suddenly awoken by thudding footsteps on our wooden verandah and frantic thumping at the front door. My next door neighbour’s voice calling anxiously, “Quick Quick, Come over- Misty’s hurt herself.” Misty is an old grey mare of indeterminate breeding, large, slow and friendly, with cancer lumps spreading over her body, as often happens with greys. She lives in a paddock next door to us with her faithful mate, Honey, a beautiful chesnut Arab mare. We call them “the girls” as they frequently break out of their paddock to come visit our “boys’ – Pilgrim and Oscar, our two geldings. Her owner, Naomi, is a breeder of Border Collie sheepdogs: she has seven of her own and this weekend was babysitting another three. Naomi is a dog expert, but her knowledge fo horses is limited, as she is the first the admit. She is a wonderful taker-in-of animals….it was through her that we got Kevin the stray Kitten a couple of weeks ago. Both of her horses were given to her as they were no longer wanted by their previous owners. I struggled to put my jeans back on and ran sleepily out the door. I shouted to Dennis to bring our car while I jumped in Naomi’s four wheel drive. She told me, as she drove furiously the 300 metres between her house and mine, that she had taken Honey out for a ride, and Misty being upset that her paddock mate had gone without her, had gotten tangled up in the wire around Naomi’s veggie garden. Poor Naomi was shaking and very upset….we had all ridden the old grey mare only yesterday, trying out a new saddle. Misty was tied to the back verandah post with blood literally gushing out of her front nearside leg. She had a nasty gash straight up behind her hoof which was bleeding profusely, with half a dozen dogs hanging around licking it up. “First thing is to stop that bleeding” I said. I held the leg up while Naomi wrapped it fast with bandage. The back offside leg was also bleeding and turned out to have a gash just as bad as the front leg. Bandaging them both to stop the flow of blood, I raced back to my place to get the vet’s after hours number. Although she came straight away, being quite a way off the main roads, it still took the vet an hour an a half to reach us. Blood was still seeping out despite our bandaging. With Naomi holding the poor old horse’s head to soothe and reassure her, me acting as doctor’s nurse and passing the instruments, we sedated her, injected her with anesthetic, and Mary-anne the vet began suturing immediately. It took quite a deal of stitching up and no guarantee that it will hold. Operating in the paddock with dogs and cats hanging about are not the ideal conditions, but this was an emergency. Little did I know, it wasn’t to be the only one of the day. After an hour or so of us all holding and working on Misty in the hot sun…we finally had a break to get a drink of water. The old mare was considerabley relieved with painkillers and sedation, and the stitched up wounds were now heavily bandaged. Just as the adrenelin was starting to subside, my husband Dennis came roaring up in our four wheel drive. Our two dogs, Bonnie and Phoenix, had been missing since yesterday. They are hunting dogs which we “rescued” as puppies from pig- hunters last year. Of course, we don’t hunt with them, they are much loved pets…but it’s hard to stop them chasing the kangaroos. As anyone in the Aussie bush can tell you, in a fight between a ‘roo and a dog, the dog will often come off second best. For city folk reading this, kangaroos will gouge a dog who is harrassing it with their powerfully sharp claws on their legs, or often they will lead a dog to the water and drown them by holding them under. We love our dogs AND the ‘roos, so it is sometimes a job to keep them apart. Dennis ran over with Phoneix in his arms. “Thank goodness you are still here” he said to Mary-anne the vet. He laid Phoenix on the outdoor table and exposed a gaping hole in her side. At first I thought it was a bullet wound, but on closer inspection, the vet decided it was probably inflicted by a big roo. Phoenix was in a bad way, she couldn’t even lift her head, she was badly dehydrated, she had a temperature and the wound had already begun to get infected. The other dog, Bonnie, after seeing her mate make it home, had collapsed with exhaustion. We live in very rough mountainous terrain and they could have been miles away when she got injured. So, rather than making out her bill and driving off, Mary-Ann got her stitching needle back out and went to work on Phoenix, right there on the old table in the paddock. Phoenix was in such a bad way, she didn’t even murmur when the vet cut away the bad flesh and washed out the great hole in her side ad began stitching. I held the dogs head as she looked up at me with complete trust. After stitching the flesh to the muscle, we began the job of redyrating her. Six injections of fluid didn’t do it- so we put an intraveinous drip in her front paw right there in the paddock and took turns holding the bag of saline up over her till we got another ltire of fluid into her. As the sun began to dip behind the mountain…people all exhausted and animals stitched up….we wrote out our cheques to the vet and wearily began the evening chores of feeding the horses and animals. I was so tired last night I didn’t even check my Bubble! Phoenix is looking much better this morning and Misty is off to a friend’s to be stabled for a week to stop her walking around on her badly injured legs. She will hopefully make a good recovery, but won’t be able to be ridden for a long time. She’s such a faithfull old girl, she is nice to have around just as a friend. And Phoenix, hopefully when she recovers, will think twice before she races up the mountain after a ‘roo again. Phew, I feel tired again just writing about it. That was my quiet Sunday afternoon yesterday!
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Calling all horse riders!
by DenzilSorry, I’m about to get on my high horse (double meaning intended). I worked in equestrian sport management for 5 years (I was lucky enou…
Sorry, I’m about to get on my high horse (double meaning intended). I worked in equestrian sport management for 5 years (I was lucky enought to be the CEO of the Australian peak body, the Equestrian Federation of Australia from 1996 to 2001), and I’ve been involved in innury research in the area of eventing for the last 5 years. One of my obsessions is helmets for riders. In fact I’m a woman on a mission. I KNOW that for almost everyone who rides regularly, who knows their horse, who hasn’t fallen off for years, yada yada yada – I’ve used the same arguments with myself as I rode around an arena for 20 years without a helmet – it’s the same old thing – I won’t fall off, my horse never bucks, I know how to roll when I hit the ground, it’s not as though I’m jumping, it’s a sand arena – you articulate it, I’ve heard it. / It’s all self-delusion folks, and particularly when the justification is used for child riders. Forgive a passionate diatribe, and it’s probably not totally appropriate on RB, but there’s an audience here, specially through the two equine based groups – PLEASE MAKE YOUR CHILDREN WEAR A HARD HAT WHEN THEY RIDE! Adults can make their own risk assessment, however questionable this may be, but kids are not capable of making these judgements. There are thousands of people in the world who are now suffering the full range of ill effects of falling off, being kicked in the head, etc., without head protection – and there are thousands more WHO ARE DEAD! It’s classic case of ‘It won’t happen to me’ – but what if it happens to your kid? Having started this, I’m happy to engage in debate on the topic if people are interested – in fact I’d welcome it! over to you…
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Frustration
by Natalie PerkinsI get so frustrated with my work and where I’m going. It’s hard to tell if I’m going in the right direction. I have a serious wrist i…
I get so frustrated with my work and where I’m going. It’s hard to tell if I’m going in the right direction. I have a serious wrist injury (RSI) in my right arm, the arm I use to do everything. I use it for work and play, and there’s going to come a time when I can’t use it any more because it has been totally destroyed by my compulsion to keep working on the things I love, that are, ironically, dependant on the function of my arm and wrist. Some days, I think I should just quit ahead of the game. Save my arm. Is my work worth it? On days like today, I’m likely to say that it isn’t. It’s pretty easy being tortured when you’re an artist, eh?
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I love shooting soccer. It is so fast paced that you will only know that you have gotten a good shot once you get home and view your work. I am astounding that there aren’t more broken legs in this game. Other sets by Kara… / NATURE / LANDSCAPES / PEOPLE / POEMS / PORTRAITS / SPORTS / SUNSETS / TRAVEL / ARTISTIC WORK / BOUDOIR / OTHER
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“It ain’t as bad as you think, It will look better in the morning.” / —Colin Powell design by christiane All The Materials Contained in my images May Not Be Reproduced, Copied, Edited, Published, Transmitted Or Uploaded In Any Way Without My Permission. My Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. / © Christiane
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by Sande ElkinsThis will be brief because I have to get to the barn by sunrise this morning. I wanted to ask for some good thoughts to be sent this way …
This will be brief because I have to get to the barn by sunrise this morning. I wanted to ask for some good thoughts to be sent this way for my horse, Mouse, by all of my red bubble friends and those who love horses like I do. Mouse somehow managed to get a rusty crooked nail stuck into her fetlock on Sunday. Treatment is going well but it is still so swollen and infected. I’ve dealt with cuts that weren’t as difficult as this puncture wound to treat and heal. So, all of my time has been spent with Mouse lately or when I’m not with her, worrying about her. Which will explain all inactivity here and any of your great images I might have missed. I will catch up later as soon as my girl is out of the woods. All good thoughts directed in our direction will be greatly appreciated. / ~Sande
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