One of the things that I hate most has decided to bite me in the ass
So…. I am firmly on the road to recovery. Physio has been a real pain in the ass (hehehe I love the puniness!!!) but I am well on my way to feeling better.
HOWEVER,
One of the things that I hate most in the world has decided to bite me in the ass.
You know how there are those “gangsters” that are soooo cool that one of their legs don’t work properly anymore??? They “hump” around on one leg while the other, apparently cannot hold their weight and crumbles under the massive force of their young, 120 lb body. They manage to barely catch themselves and bring the next leg up…very casual….nothing to see here. The poor “gangsters” this happens over and over again. It must be extremely exhausting for them.
Well. I have to say since my leg is feeling better I have gotten rid of most of the limp and it is only when I forget that I am still hurt and try to walk normally that I get the tell-tale pinch in the back of my leg that I have extended the hamstring a little too far for comfort.
On my way to the ladies washroom a few moments ago when I heard laughing. I stopped to see what it was and someone had seen me “humping” like a gangster down the hallway…..with my pretty purple shirt and cardigan sweater all buttoned up.
What an oxy-moron….a “librarian” looking gangster……that is me….for shizzle my nizzle.
HOWEVER,
One of the things that I hate most in the world has decided to bite me in the ass.
You know how there are those “gangsters” that are soooo cool that one of their legs don’t work properly anymore??? They “hump” around on one leg while the other, apparently cannot hold their weight and crumbles under the massive force of their young, 120 lb body. They manage to barely catch themselves and bring the next leg up…very casual….nothing to see here. The poor “gangsters” this happens over and over again. It must be extremely exhausting for them.
Well. I have to say since my leg is feeling better I have gotten rid of most of the limp and it is only when I forget that I am still hurt and try to walk normally that I get the tell-tale pinch in the back of my leg that I have extended the hamstring a little too far for comfort.
On my way to the ladies washroom a few moments ago when I heard laughing. I stopped to see what it was and someone had seen me “humping” like a gangster down the hallway…..with my pretty purple shirt and cardigan sweater all buttoned up.
What an oxy-moron….a “librarian” looking gangster……that is me….for shizzle my nizzle.