whoosh

Because their goal was to accomplish.... what?

bull

:::sigh:::

[ps: douchebaggery 'til the :25 second mark, go on & skip it]




Being raised in the South, I'd bless her heart if it weren't in tamponade.

See, more often than not, this ends badly for professional bull riders ~ but hey, kudos to her for having the chutzpah. Now, she also has a concussion to go with it.

smack

What? It could work! The person in the car clearly has training, based upon how smoothly the donuts are being executed, doesn't it look just like the movies?? Seriously, don't even need to tell him, nope, I'll just run up and do it, baybee!!!



So, what's our diagnosis? Fracture? Dislocation? Eh, without the films, we'll never know. I'll go with diagnosis: douchebag.

bounce

Future Husband knows that a deal-breaker for me, with regard to children (should we decide to procreate) is trampolines.

They are pointless - there are other ways to have fun, and I've just seen too much. Not a lot in life is predictable, but the odds of landing safely after propelling oneself haphazardly into the air.. well, it's a bet I'm not willing to take.

But you will, and do.

Which is why I'll always have a job:











The last one is a double-bonus for those of you caring for adults *and* pediatrics in the same ED - note the young girl allowed to traipse in-and-out of scene, hopping on-and-off trampoline, jumping close to the edge. It's poorly edited (or, rather, not edited at all, and no sound) but I think a commenter posted when the ill-fated moment of that fine specimen of athleticism making his attempt at a back tuck occurs.

PS: there is no safety gear for trampolines... the fractures will find you.