Parkour?!

MEH.
Newbie here. Wondering while I'm away from my PC how to get to know some of you guys so why not this as an icebreaker.

Anybody do Parkour/Martial arts tricking?

 

Interesting never heard of tricking before, but sadly not outside of videogames. I have hole in my right femur (An apparently nightmarish tale) so I have to be careful not to twist on it.

 

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Umm, tell the story...?

 

Okay.

As you might guessed/noticed I'm autistic (Asperger syndrome, to be precise). I was diagnosed back in 2001 (age 10) after having been expelled from school (slamming a gate shut in front of one of the people whom bullied me was apparently reported as me having thrown said gate). After about a year later (1 year 1 month) (age 12) we were offered having me going to an "aflastningshjem" (not sure about the translation, google says 'relief home') for one weekend a month, to give my parents a breather (nothing against the idea, I had a lot of friends the second place). So the day I arrived, I was shown around the house, including my bed. Along with the dinner we drank soft drinks. Due to the gas I belched twice while keeping me mouth closed. This was unfortunately considered piggish behaviour by the personnel and I was escorted to my bed. At the they were further infuriated by the bed not being made (A task which I had not been informed was my responsibility). Finding this to be unjust I declare that I want to speak with my lawyer my mom (she studied law, but now works as a java programmer). They refuse, so I tried to escape by running between them, since the two guys (one guy and one girl) were blocking the only way out. But in the attempt my left leg was pulled out under me and I fell and there was a loud crack (curiously it didn't hurt all that much). It is clear to me that I had broken my leg (apparently a spiral fracture of the right femur, meaning lots of spiky things in the leg), but upon hearing this claim, they state that I'm a liar and while my parents have no power there they are in charge. And so they forced me while I'm crying to one the leg three times resulting in me collapsing three times, before the called the manager (again I'm not entirely sure about the translation). He grasped my foot and rotated it back and forth a bit before driving me to the emergency room.

As part of the surgery two long metal rods where jammed up through the bone, and when I woke up my entire leg was covered in plaster (coincidently the computer desks we had at were such that I couldn't reach the keyboard from the wheelchair, when I finally got home) and sheets were red with my blood, of which I apparently had lost two and a half litres of. After while and complaints about heel pain, it was discovered that plaster had gnawed through the skin of the heel, and it was replaced by some kind of plastic-webbing (the plaster was so heavy that i couldn't lift it). Then a while after I got home when I was visiting my grandmother a brown fluid starts to drip from the webbing, which my grandmother mistakes at first for HP sauce. I end up being taken to the hospital again, where they removed the webbing, revealing the two metal rods having worked their way out of the leg, just past the knee, on both sides. At the base of each rod the meat had begun to grow up along the rods or been dragged out resembling mounds, with a thick yellow fluid with small white lumps atop each mound. This part ended with me having a 1.5 cm difference in leg, and the leg being rotated outwards by about thirty degrees. I had to get shoe inserts but I still suffered from back-pains and spouts of growing pains lasting about a week at a time, where I couldn't sleep without taking some pain-medication, for about four years.

Then in 2006 i recieved correcting surgery, meaning they sawed through my bone twisted and pulled it, and screwed fast plate to keep it in place, and stapled the insertion point shut (about two thirds of the thigh). After a while a bulge developed which grow until it finaly burst leaking pus and dark blood. My general practitioner then referred my to a skin specialist which resulted in a couple of where he tried to burn the infection away with a laser, luckly it was in the scar tissue so it didn't hurt, although the smell was a bit disturbing. But he gave up and when they removed the plate they discovered the infection going from the skin all the way to the bone and around it. And currently the final part was the summer of 2011 where the leg suddenly swelled up and it was painfull to bend. My new general practitioner (I have move out from my parents) then refered me to the blood clot specialists, and although they didn't find any blood clots, the did discover a fluid gathering besides the bone, from which they promptly took a sample, which was also a bit disturbing since I could see the needle on the ultrasound scanner. The sample and further scannings (NMRI) showed that that I had an infected cavity in the bone, and an infected bone splint which had migrated down near the knee. So they cut out the infected side/wall of the bone, removed the splint, and set up a really annoying catheter which went from my neck to somewhere near the heart for a two week long hardcore antibiotics treatment.

But I'm now left with a structurally weakened leg and a diagnosis of chronic bone infection, although it is only torque I have to be careful about.

 

Some icebreaker lol.
Crap man. Well in your defense it could be a lot worse.

Anyway, this is a thing. More along the lines of 'Tricking' over Parkour. Not entirely my best effort but we don't record ourselves all that much.


I've been teaching it for about 3 years now, practicing for ~7.

 

HOW DARE HE GET HIS FINGER IN THE SHOT!!!!

 

www.nooooooooooooooo.com at the end lol.

Enjoy that site btw. Put it to good use. Like, at the end of SW Ep VI when vader dies.

 

My torrent download speed slowed so I clicked it

 

It is definitely true it could have been a lot worse, at least I still got the leg and can walk around, although I do miss "dancing".

The tricking does look fancy, it kind of reminds me of wushu.

 

Well It is nice to know that I am not the only one with Aspergers