True story, it happened to me just the other day. I was headed over to the hospital and I actually looked through my case to see which yoyo I would like to take in with me. In the end when I got there I left all my throws in the trunk of my car because I thought the lump in my pocket might get in everybody’s way. Just as well, I was so tethered by wires and IV’s and stuff I wouldn’t have been able to throw very easily anyway. Would’ve help though. I laid there for five and a half hours with nothing to do.
Heart failure sounds so ominous I know. The term covers a wide range of medical experiences. I have a condition which results in on occasion my heart is failing to operate efficiently enough to provide ample oxygen to my extremities and my brain. My arms and legs don’t mind so much. My brain tends to get a bit cranky without the amount of oxygen it defines as ample. At that point my heart is failing to live up to it’s contract with the rest of the body, consequently, “heart failure”. The last time this happened I was in the horse-pistol for three days. I promised myself then I would never allow myself to be sequestered from my yoyos for that length of time again.
Listen, I didn’t wish to derail this fun post. I really did thumb through my yoyos before I drove over to the ER. I wanted to take in my Avant Garde II, but that guy is so hard to stick in the front pocket of your jeans. I feared I may get diagnosed with a whole other physical abnormality.
Let’s get back on track, you know your obsessed with yoyoing if you are asked to be a groomsman a for someone’s wedding and you have a throw stuck in a pocket of the tux.
While working and doing other tasks, you create, visualize, and walk yourself through, step by step, new tricks you have never seen or yet attempted. I then find myself trying to memorize the trick, even though I’ve never tried it, in order to attempt it later.
My mother took my first yoyo away from me when I was six or seven and never gave it back. Of course I had put it through the front window. (Trust me, there was quite a bit more to my punishment than just taking the yoyo away.)