May 15, 2009 12:56
Dear Ankle
I thought we had been through this. You are supposed to be BETTER. You have had two years now. TWO FUCKING YEARS. You'd even lulled me into a false sense of security, we've been walking lots (so the pedometer tells me - at least 2 miles most days, best yet is nearly 5), including traipsing through uneven and very muddy fields; there's also been riding and not a peep out of you beyond some stiffness and the occasional mild ache.
So WHY did just standing around for a couple of hours yesterday lead to stabby, burning pain [1] and almost total inability to bear any weight? Why, after the rest of the evening on the sofa AND a long lie-in this morning can I STILL barely walk?
This is not good enough. It may be time to go back to the orthopedic guys and discuss teh whole 'pins stay in' issue.
No love, much codine,
ME.
[1] This part is not exaggerated. Seriously, BURNING. WTF?
Meh. Afternoon at the show was fun, got to talk to lots of Public and show off the new website and maps, mostly showing people aerial shots of their farms tho. Also got to wander about a bit AND watch the show jumping, so that was good. Less good was the PAIN afterwards. Stupid fucking leg.
Took this morning off to sleep, rest it and also get invoices done. So now, I should get dressed and go to work I guess. At least it's Friday!
leg