Just Like Old Times

Last night was my first time back at sparring since the eye surgery. The gas bubble if left behind had shrunk to nearly nothing. Doctor said I could take off that cruddy irritating plastic medic alert bracelet. So why not? thinks I.

Fourth or so bout in - we spend the last half hour of every Thursday rotating through every in class sparring everyone else - sure enough the other black belt's hook clips me on the side of the helmet. Spins it around, helmet knocks my safety glasses off & skittering across the floor.

Luckily nobody stepped on them. Doesn't seem like the contact did me any harm either. There was the inevitable ten minutes of paranoia that it would have caused a detachment all over again, but we do our best never to deal out anything harder than a dope slap. After all, we've all got things to do the next day.