One year ago... I left my knee in Team France

One year later...
"with" and "without"...

One year ago the French Team was in Toronto for the first ever Roller Derby World Cup.

One year ago the French Team played against Sweden. HERE

One year ago I had a little misfortune...

One year later, I am (almost) back to square one.

One more month to hold on and I can close the chapter!

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First casualty under my command

The clockwork regularity is freaky. Every two weeks, there is a new convert. Cannonball is the latest. I have to say that she had already started to slip on the dangerous side for some times... What could you seriously expect of someone who has changed her name into Shannon Bright? It was predictable, she could not resist the latest fashion accessory.

I was talking about a masochistic trend lately, but it is getting much bigger than that. Let's just hope that, like all the trends of today, it will not last longer than a season to the most.

PUBLIC NOTICE: We are launching a fashion contest. You have creative and catchy ideas? Do not hesitate to share them with us on our facebook!

Aim: overruling current ankle-breaking trend.

Dead-line: as soon as possible.

First price: a collective <3 (excluding mine because I am allergic.)

Casulaties: 8 K.

First casualty under my command. Made sure the conditions were secured, though. Technically did not do anything wrong. But still. 

Hard to admit that I failed. That I could not divert her from surrending to temptation. That I could not lead her to the rightful path. All rollergirls should open their eyes and realize that fashion is superficial. That they do not need to break their f'n ankles to be part of the community. That they do not have to prove their fidelity that way. That they are misleaded and are choosing the wrong cult. I have experienced the dark side. I have been down under.

Redeem yourselves, it is not too late! It is NOT too late... It is NEVER too late...

Until it is.

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Breaking ankles is trendy at PRG's

We've been trying hard to launch a trend for a year, and after a couple of failed attempts (I proposed the knee, Lara Von Rapt the shoulder, High Wheels and Dixie Pixie the ribs) we are finally on the good thing with ankles: Fast and easy, just a little twist is enough to make you the proud owner of a broken bone, with a cast offered in the special package. A tempting offer which more and more Paris RollerGirls are unable to resist, to our greatest bewilderment.

The PRGs need YOU!

Wheely Wonka started it in setting the bar high, like any fashion designer who creates unique items at the greatest level of the idea.

Gigi Ell'n followed, then Marty McFight whose aquisition is almost a perfect copy of Wonka's original -- multiple fractures, surgery, cast, screws and plate, minus the torn ligament final touch; 

Then No Name Jane and Nelly Kaskou, but these two failed at breaking, they had to content themselves with sprains and did not get the cast in bonus;

Even Whisky Mamy's cat let himself be tempted with the breakage-pin-and-cast pack!

And (hopefully) last but not least, Meryl Strip-Her chose our first scrimmage of the season to switch to the dark side too!

Derby girls are not masochistic, they are just fashion victims.

...Sadly enough, this trend leads to a side-effect: we are getting undermanned.

Do not miss our 2012 recruitment workshops and enlist in the Paris RollerGirls, WE NEED YOU to fight by our side! We will feed you, love you, take care of you and train you to become perfect masochistic derbygirls.


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FMyLife #5

Surgeon: Unreachable since mid-July despite my chasing up by phone and mail.

Doctor: Stuck with a cast for two weeks and unavailable before the end of September.

These are the two only persons on Earth who can deliver me a prescription for my final three-week physiotherapy stay, which ideally should have taken place... right NOW.

If ever I manage to get the two-line letter with a signature (even a mail would work!) then I will be able to go to my health insurance fund and make my file examined (for the 3rd time -- yep, 3rd stay) by the official doctor who will consequently give the green light to the insurance to agree and bear the medical costs of my 7.000€ 3-week stay (hopefully) but not the cost of the transportation (for which I should ask my surgeon or my doctor for another prescription and bring it to my insurance for a prior agreement, without which I would never get refunded afterwards). Then, eventually, I will call the Center back, send my file with the paperwork, and wait for them to contact me and give me the dates when they have vacancy. FML.

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I Feel Free...

Yesterday, the surgeon cut off my cast!

Oh by the way, when they say that the drill will cut the cast only, that's a lie and my shin is here to prove it. No blood spilled, but still a good 20cm line is crossing it. I had the pleasure of receiving a surgical band-aid unobtainable on the market, or so rare that it would cost me an arm and a leg. At least, that's what he said. As I'm not ready to also sacrifice an arm, I decided to trust him.

Once the cast taken off, not much to say about the overall looks of my leg than what I had already concluded three weeks ago. I struggled to put my shoe on -- first thing I did to recover a little dignity, but I should have taken it easy: I hadn't realize that freeing my leg could have drastic consequences on my blood pressure. I nearly blacked out. I was given a piece of day-old bread and canteen strawberry jam. Yummy.

Superman's Dead

Yesterday they changed my cast.

Three weeks already and only three left. I’m half-way!

The surgeon cut the old one with a drill and wrapped my leg up with the same baby blue resin bands from my hip down to my toes. MERRY CHRISTMAS! Loving my extra present.

In-between, I had the opportunity to admire my dead-white leg.

“Ch-ch-ch-ch-chaaanges”

My skin is naturally white but I discovered that it could get whiter than white. I won a couple of extra hairs – I’m not a hairs-lover but I convey it’s kind of natural after three weeks in the warm cavity of the cast. But what bothered (and bothers) me the most is that my thigh and my calf are missing. Seems that they took some holidays for the festive season. I am *not* OK with it. At all.

COME BACK HOOOME! [call of distress]

News of my Knee for Nosey People

Before dedicating an article to the World Cup in Toronto, I’d like to share an unfortunate consequence: My knee didn’t survive the tournament, which led to a couple of misfortunes…

I know the question is burning your lips: How did it happen?

I took a hit, fell on both my knees like a rock’n roll guitar player (hell yeahh). And basically that’s it: hyperflexion and bad luck.

It didn’t hurt. My leg just wouldn’t respond – which is quite annoying when you’re in the middle of a jam. Made me think it was not a big deal at first. But seeing no improvement whatsoever and still feeling no pain as days went by, I started wondering – eh!

As soon as I came back from Toronto, I followed the advice of the physiotherapist: I saw a good bunch of practitioners (thanks dad) and did a MRI.