Well... Its been a LONG time since I've blogged anything. Hell! I haven't even really been on ANY forms of social media except for random spurts with weeks in-between of silence. Wrestling had unintentionally slipped too the back burner, with little more then writing down ideas and spuratic and incomplete filming of any product. Family and a new job had become the focus. And ofcourse my own health. Any writing I have been doing, has basically turned into a short book I'm writing, for my sanities sake. But lets do my favorite thing land go into full details of everything, shall we?
Lets start with whats been my favorite topic lately, MY NEW JOB! I have an extensive plethora of things I've done in the past. From ALL aspects of construction, to fun, goofy retail or bull shit jobs. But my path took a turn i've been wanting to pursuer for years.
This is basically the story of what happened at the last wrestling show, how I got injured, and most of the events until now. It's poetic that this comes up after my recent blogs about my pain threshold as in all honestly this is the worst I think I've been ever truly injured. Some of this is going to be an over explanation for the people that are not wrestling fans or know nothing about this business.
On Saturday, May 17, 2014, I had a singles match with C.J. Scott. A good guy (yeah I'm breaking kayfabe here in this blog) an good worker, I went into this match very excited. I knew we could blow the night away, so we went in there trying! So we go about our match. good moves, great psychology and then time comes for the one high spot of the match. Two spring board leg drops, then I go to the top rope an C.J. slides out of the ring. Now to out smart him I jump onto him from the top rope to the outside. This is where things go south. C.J. was two steps too far for my liking. Myself, I had my one foot on the further rope from him, not the closest. My second guessing of the situation should have been enough for me to correct this but instead I just jumped anyways. It wasn't enough and I landed on the ball of my left foot causing instant pain, LUCKILY C.J. had still caught me enough to not cause even more damage. So we continue the match, just a few moves an he gets the pin. Of course I did the running ball kicks in the corner at the end for revenge. Rewatching myself do that run twice is funny and painful at the same time.
Now we get to the back, take all the gear off my left foot, have the EMT on staff look at it an go about my options. My foot is already swelling and starting to show bruising, and then Bonnie appears with a look of worry. The Doctor says if I cannot put any weight on it after an hour I should go to the ER. Of course stubborn me decides to go to Denny's with friends instead. The whole time I can't put ANY weight on my foot and I'm using one or two people to lean on as a crutch. We eat, retalk about the match and I even make another wrestler/friend, Bobby Ocean, help me to the bathroom. I still think I could have gotten him to hold it for me! Anyways, we all eventually part ways except for our friends that normally run our merchandise table, Jared and Anne Marie Beckwith, they crashed at our place. Fast forward to the next morning and its time to take a trip to the Hospital and thank god they stayed the night! Bonnie had to work and I was in agony to where I couldn't drive. Oh and this whole time all I've been doing for my foot has been staying off it. Nothing else.
So Jared and Anne take me to the ER (because the clinic I would normally go to was closed), and oh boy was that fun! That was sarcasm if you missed it. We sat in the waiting room for about 45 minutes, then they called me back. They gave me a wheel chair, which was kool because I'm a master in one of those things. But here's the kicker, I sat in the hallway rolling around for over an hour and a half while people after me were getting rooms. No pain killers. No nothing. and of course when i say "Fuck'em" and go have a cigarette THATS when they have my room ready. In fact you'll notice this trend a lot.
So I get my room, and still nothing else, they take me for the X-ray 15 mins later. then back to the room. Maybe 20 mins after that the Doctor comes in and asks me the normal questions. But ofcourse we get the negative attitude with it.
Dr: "Have you hurt your foot before?"
Dr: "So how did you hurt your foot?"
Dr: "What do you do?"
Me: "Im a pro wrestler"
Dr: "You mean that fake stuff"
Me: "Does this look fake to you?"
I lift up my pant leg and show her my foot
Dr: "... No. THAT looks real. How did it happen?"
Me: "You wouldn't understand if I explained it. Let just say I jumped off something really high"
Dr: "Oh. Well. We are going to need to do a CT Scan. We can't see much from the swelling, and we can't tell which are old or new fractures."
After that she didn't seem to like me too much. She wouldn't give me many answers to any questions. So here I am waiting in the room for another 2 hours just to do another set of tests. At some point someone had taken my wheel chair from outside my room so at the hour an half mark I ask a nurse for a new wheel chair. By the way, I'm not letting ANYONE push me around. The whole time I'm wheeling myself.
Nurse: "Sure why?"
Me: "So I can use the bathroom and go have a cigarette. I've been here several hours, I'd like to have one while I wait."
At that, the old nurse, gave me the nastiest look possible and walked away. At that I gave her a lil more then 40 minutes until I proceeded to hop on my right foot down the hallway. Ofcourse I was stopped, asked why i was hopping and of course thats when they were ready for my CT Scan. After the CT Scan they FINALLY give me something to kill the pain. Now mind you, I'm a smartass, so I asked both my doctors and the radiologists how long it would take to get the results an hear from my doctor. 20 minutes. Ok so I wait again for another hour.
Now I say fuck this an get in my wheel chair, but I'm stopped as I'm rolling by a desk, by my doctor. She's on the phone with what I figured out was a Podiatrist. She started asking me some questions then had me go back to the room. She fallowed and closed the door. First she said that I have to many fractures to point out, an when I asked her for more of a number, her response was "There is like 300 bones in the foot and you broke most of them." I know it was an over exaggeration, maybe her attempt at a joke. What came next caught me off guard. She started to talk about Compartment Syndrome, and how I was in VERY high risk of it. Basically because of the large number of fractures and brakes my foot could swell to the point of causing severe nerve and capillary damage. Which would result in amputation of my left foot.
I made her repeat this MANY times, so I knew I wasn't A.) hearing things and B.) going crazy. I'll admit, the thought of loosing my whole foot scared me some. Like I've said before "I'm quite attached to my foot."
So I was released with meds and strict instructions on how to take care or my injury and what to watch out for if Compartment Syndrome starts to kick in. I get home and I follow that list to the letter! Jarred and Ann leave when the wife gets home, and I fill her in on the day. By 9pm all my toes are number and the pain starts to really kick in. And I mean REALLY kick in! I have a high pain threshold but by 10pm I was in so much pain I was shaking. So we went back to the ER for another 4 hours of waiting around and were I could have taken better care of it myself. Strange thing though, 90% of that pain went away when I brought my foot down. Apparently I had it elevated too high.
So fast forward again to Monday, I have an appointment with a Podiatrist. Or so I thought. In reality it was with the PA, or whatever it was. Some old lady. Yeah that works! So after this lady poked and prodded me for a little she referred me to ANOTHER specialist. Atleast I got a number from her. I have 8 Bones fractured. 2 bones broken. Apparently I'm also still in high risk or Compartment Syndrome, so I still need to be very careful with it. Then back home with the wife to take care of my leg more an sit around while she does so much. On a side note I'm a very lucky man to have such a supportive and caring wife.
On another side note i fucking HATE pain killers! I'll take them if they are around and I feel like I actually need it, but otherwise they just make me want to puke. And I have.
Fast forward again, to Wednesday. Now its the new Podiatrist. This guy rubbed me the wrong way. So his will be brief. He was a prick. He didn't want to hear a damn thing I had to say. And he can go fuck himself!
Now to today. Got through to a new specialist thanks to by my trainer Chip. The guy was pleasant but short, he was busy and I know they had to squeeze me in the first place. The Doctor did say i was out of high risk for Compartment Syndrome but still at a minor risk. He reconfirmed the brakes and fracture but swelling is still too great to know if I will need surgery. So some time next week we will see were thing are going.
For now I am out of wrestling. Not like I have much of a choice. But I will return to the ring! For now the focus that goes toward wrestling is going to go toward my comedy/sideshow act, this blog, online shows, and other side projects.
I would like to say a HUGE THANKS to EVERYONE that has been calling, emailing, FB posts and everything else. I honestly didn't expect to every get anything like that type of reaction over an injury. There are too many emails and posts for me to respond too all at once so I'm saying it through here. Thank you to each and every one of you. It's you guys that keep me going in this business and even help give me the courage to branch out into other mediums.
So I've gone into this before but I know I can go into more detail. So here it is.
The most commonly asked question I get is "Did that hurt?". Usually this is refuting to my head/face/neck tattoos. So that is were I will start. Yes pain hurts. I don't get off on it, sorry I'm not that much of a massocist. But for me, it effects me differently. I figured out how to tune pain off, or at least redirect it in a way to were its not unbearable. The top of the head really wasn't anything. In general there are fewer nerves on top of the head so of course I didn't feel much other then the vibration of the tattoo gun on my dome. The worst part for myself was the spots over the temple, front of the throat, and under the ears. And much of this i could handle. The front of the throat though I'll admit was too much and had to stop after a 5+ hour session. I have an accumulated 30+ hours from the neck up. And its still not done yet.
For me the most painful of thing is to be burned. I've had it happen a multitude of times, and its a pain thats not only intense, but from what I've noticed lingers for much more of a longer period then anything else.
Now to put this on a sacle for you, say from 1-10, 1 being the least painful (a paper cut), 10 being crying agony (being set on fire, causing 2nd and 3rd degree burns). I can put things in a much more comprehendible explanation for you. So this is a list of things i get asked on the regular how much they hurt, with a bunch of everyday crap to compare for you.
Every Day Life
Stepping on Lego-2
Stepping on a Tac Barefoot-2
Burn hand on stove-7
Shutting Car door on hand-6
Soap in eye-3
Slipping on ice (falling on your ass)-2
Hit to the Balls-5
Broken Rib(s)-5 (When Inhaling-8)
Smacked in the face with a Giant BOOB!-3
Splitting Tongue (scalpel)-5
Splitting Tongue (Cauterizing Pen)-9
Penis Implants (2gauge metal balls sub-dermal/under-skin)- 6
Eye Brow Piercings-1
Bridge Piercing (Threw scare tissue)-5
Wrestling / Side Show Acts
Singing Plastic Fish-4
Bump on Thumb-Tacs-3
Bump on Glass-5
Running on Broken Ankle-6
Bumping on Broken Rib(s)-8
Punching with Broken Finger(s)-7
Bumping with Strained/Stiff Neck-8
Powerbomb threw table on fire covered in plastic headed thumb-tacs (thanks Sully)-9 (not a 10 cuz i went into shock after 30 seconds)
Ofcorse some of these also depend on how long the pain can linger, an several other variables. Some may be moments, or when you turn a particular way, or how much pressure is put on that area, or maybe even if another person is involved.
So if you guys have any more ideas or EVEN BETTER if you want to share your own "Pain Scale" please do! i think it'd be an interesting comparison to what others regard as painful.
So I will start with how I treat everyone in and out of the business. I believe in mutual respect between all human beings. We all live on this planet together. So no matter what the beliefs, religions, or thought process, one would think we would treat each other the way we would want to be treated. Maybe its me having to high of a standard for the world as a whole. I know everyones not perfect. Not everyone agrees on the same things or can have the same view point. I can accept that. What I can’t accept is people that are supposed to be FRIENDS tearing me down or a misguided sense of loyalty or ownership, simply because I work for a fed or take a booking they don't like. I don't talk shit about other people. I always stick to facts. Yeah I admit if I can't read a person well and have only spoken to them a handful of times, I’ll tend to say “I’m not sure if they like me or not” or “I don't think they like me”. But unless you do me wrong I wont have anything bad to say. I can never understand people (and i have friends that do this) that might not like someone because they are competition or because someone else tells them too. So they make up stuff or call them horrible names without every really getting to know the person, or at least giving them a real chance. On a personal level, unless I'm specifically asking, I could give a flying fuck about the he said she said bull shit.
Now in the term of the business I’m in, pro wrestling, a lot of people either are, or want you to be “brand loyal”. In other words they want you to work for there company, none else. Me, I can be brand loyal to an extent.
1) Pay me my worth .I know it. You know it if you’re booking me. We work out an agreement together and keep your word. EVERYONE should know their own worth and stand their ground. Unless your green or new to the business, it hurts everyone to let themselves get payed $10, especially more over if you have been at the same place for years! And i cant forget to mention the i practically kill myself every match to make sure it looks good so i definitely earn my money.
2) Don’t just make me your “bitch”. Yes I know wrestling is pre planed, and more about the story. But unless your a one time a year show, benefit, or the ones that only book me every so often because u cant afford me, I take issue with this. It makes no sense to have me job out or lose for years in a row to build up multiple story lines just to scrap them all each time. One thing I know I'm good at is telling a story. And when the story stops to make any since, I stop caring.
3) First come, first serve! This one is important because for years I’ve had guys wanting to book me the same day as other in separate states. I’m sorry but keeping my word is a big deal to me so if I give you my date, hurt or not I will be there. The only thing that takes president on that is if there is some family emergency. But I digress. I’ve lost regular bookings and full paydays, because in my youth my friends took president over all bookings. I’ve learned a lot sense then.
Those are the most important things when it comes to bookings. Well that and not disrespecting my wife, but I’d like to think that goes without saying. At this point i’ve written, rewritten, added, subtracted, and over analyzed this to the point of monotony. I’m going to leave it as is an if I feel the need expand upon this later. Thank you for your patients.
Written By Lenn Oddity
So as many of you know I have my tongue split. I get asked a lot of the same questions when people find out. What was it like? Did it hurt? How did they do it? So I figured it'd tell the story of how it happened and answer all the questions.
A little while after turning 18 I got my tongue pierced. After some time I became bored and wanted to do something different. Every one was getting the same tongue, ear, eyebrow, nose, lip, and what ever fad body part but I liked how it was still not too common if creative. so I started gauging out my septum and tongue at the same time. Everyone else is gauging their ears. Why can't I do it to those! I found out why fast. The higher the gauge the more it hurt and longer the pain would linger. By the time I reached the highest gauge, 00 gauge, I could no longer gauge up anymore. (Roughly a whole that would tightly fit a sharpy marker) At the time they did not and still don't from what I can find, make larger tongue jewelry. But that did not stop the hole from stretching on its own.
By age 19 the hole stretched far enough to were could put my pinky all the way through or I would have to spit my tongue ring out if I wanted to talk or eat because it would pop out. I even went 5 months with no ring in and the hole didn't shrink. So I went to my piercer at the time and talked to him about my options. He is the one that suggested to split my tongue. I felt like this was a big step (yes I already had the neck tattooed) so I went home to process it. After some thought I set a date and drove an hour and a half with my friend H.E.F. to a shop in Lake George, NY. The shop was closed for the day so it was just a few guys and us. After some jokes and what not, we went to the back and got started.
He sat me down in a chair and had me rinse my mouth out with mouthwash and some other solutions.
After keeping my tongue on paper towel he shot me up with what I believe was novacaine, 7-8xs.
He then drew a line from the hole to the tip, had 2 other guys each hold a side of my tongue with a clamp.
He then cut the line till my tongue was separated.
Written By Lenn Oddity
One of the most commonly asked questions I get, usually regarding my neck/head/face tattoos is "Did that hurt?". The asshole side of me wants to say "No these are just Sharpie" or "Did what hurt, looking at your face?" but that nice side of me prevails saying this same quote every time:
"Pain is only an illusion. It's electrical impulses from your body to your brain telling you something is happening that normally dosent."
That quote has been repeated over a million times since I first started getting my neck and head tattooed at age 19. Yes things hurt. Some spots on my head, neck, and face hurt more then others. A couple spots I honestly didn't feel a thing. barely the reverberation of the tattoo gun. But even if it did I would sit there, breath slowly, and think about the finished product or just let my mind wander with ideas or plans. There is no point in squirming there crying, screaming, or whining if there is something you really want. For me, tattoos are their own form of an autobiography. Each one has a story, memory, or metaphor to it.
Personally I'm big on metaphors. Hidden meanings. And more. Getting side tracked here, sorry.
Being able to just shut off pain like that has always been with me. More so the older I get. High school, getting into fights was no big deal, when I figured it out. Telling the big bad bully in school to hit me (cuz I was tired of his years of chasing and tormenting me an myself being cowardice). Letting full right hook punch me in the face. I stayed standing. Stepped over my books, and told him to hit me again. I remember that moment of realization both Rob and I had. Him, that he couldn't hurt me on his own and from that point on he would have to play the numbers game or try an hit me with his car. Me. Well in all honestly, it was a voice in my head saying "If one of the big, strong, popular tough guy dicks hits like such a bitch, why do I run." At that moment not only did I start letting it go to my head but I started to pursue wrestling even more. Knowing that I could take what anyone could dish out an more.
At 18 in 2001, I started wrestling and so my career began.