I was halfway through my first of what was supposed to be five nine-minute rolls in the advanced BJJ class yesterday, I had just escaped an armbar attempt by an MMA fighter, and I was back in his guard. I heard Greg say “Toreando pass!”, so I went for it. As I was coming around, Ken sat up to defend, and we collided in a mutual headbutt. I turtled up in pain, then I noticed that the mat was quickly turning red below me. I knew Ken was bleeding, so at first I somehow thought it was all his blood, but then I heard Fuji yell “Sit up, get your head above your heart!”, and I realized he was talking to me.
I really didn’t want to go to the doctor, but when I finally looked at the gash above my eye, I knew I had no choice. Ten stitches later, and I’m glad I went. Everyone who looked at it was like “Damn!” The doctor even recommended that I have a plastic surgeon stitch it up, but I was like “Ain’t nobody got cash for dat! Just sew it, so I can go home.” He was actually a cool guy, and he had done some martial arts when he was younger, so he understood. However, the look on the nurse’s face was priceless when Joe was trying to explain Jiu-Jitsu, and he said “It’s like wrestling, but with chokes and armbars.” She was slightly horrified.
|This pic was taken yesterday,
it looks even worse today.
I went to LinCare straight from class, and I still had my hair in pigtails, so I’m sure I was quite a sight to behold when I walked out of there stitched up like Frankenstein’s monster! The worst part about it is that the doctor said no grappling for three weeks! However, as I pointed out to my husband, he didn’t actually say I couldn’t go to class, he just said no rolling. Then Joe pointed out to me that the instruction sheet says “No jujitsu”. Well, that’s no problem! I promise I will not go to any “jujitsu” classes, but there is no way I’m going to go three weeks without going to “jiu-jitsu”! I’ll just have to be careful, and do some watching for awhile. I’m trying to stay positive, but this is crappy timing, with testing coming up.
So, Ken won the headbutt battle. He did have a cut on his forehead, but it’s not nearly as awesome as mine is! Mine’s a couple of inches long, and it’s deep, but it doesn’t affect my vision at all, and I’m sure it will heal just fine (as long as I take care of it). I was pretty proud of the fact that I had not yet bled on the mat at LBJJ, but I guess if I had to do it, at least it was epic, and I might have bled, a lot, but I did not cry! The lesson I’ve learned from all of this is: forehead vs. eyelid, forehead wins! I should have had my head lower. And now it’s official, Jiu-Jitsu has scarred me for life! ;)