nunoncastors

Everybody cries; sometimes.

Well that’s bollocks R.E.M, because I hurt constantly. Both of my ankles are currently a bit dodgy having been either twisted or sprained, I’ve torn a muscle in my thigh, bruised a knee and, worst of all, Duncan has rationed the number of biscuits I’m allowed to eat a day. So what, exactly, do you know about it?

I honestly never thought that taking up exercise again would result in the failure of all my limbs, one by one, but it has and I’m not happy. I’ve been plagued this year with injury after injury, as though some spiteful imp loiters in my wake waiting to rend ligaments and churn flesh when my guard is down. I hate it, the little bastard, because I make for a very poor patient. I know I should wait until I’m hale and well but I don’t, I want to do stuff now, not later, life’s too short.

Unless you leg doesn’t work, then everything drags.