On The Vulnerability Of The Body

For the first time since coming back, I felt like I was back on some kind of form in basketball, so naturally I injured myself halfway through.
The moment of injury is always a memorable one. When you feel something go wrong, and your brain tells you, yes, that wasn’t supposed to bend like that, and then you know that you’ve injured yourself, and what a nuisance, and you hope it isn’t serious, and you worry for a second that it is, and then the pain starts to well up and you go down and think, dammit! Ow!
Bad things about having a sprained ankle:
* it’s a lovely day outside but my preferred means of enjoying such days is going for a nice walk
* it takes three trips to get my cereal, juice and chai tea down to the place where I take my breakfast, and each trip takes a very long time, and hurts
* putting on underwear takes far too much concentration
Good things about having a sprained ankle:
* putting one hand on the left bench and the other hand on the right bench and swinging through the kitchen like an enormous tree-dwelling moose.
* um, that’s all?

4 thoughts on “On The Vulnerability Of The Body”

  1. I take it you’re seeing a physio? I’m just getting over a sprained ankle myself, and a good physio makes a hell of difference.
    So does the tree asana, if you do any yoga.

  2. Ah the old first basketball game in ages – play like a star – and then fall over and cry like a baby. I’ve seen that scenario play out before!
    Hope the ankle heals fast. And for the record can you tell me what the score was, and how many points, rebounds, steals and blocks you got before the ankle tragically did you in?
    PS: You forgot that chicks dig scars! Battle wounds are cool!

  3. One of those moments where things slip into slow motion and your have all the time in the world to appreciate the fact that you have screwed up and wait for the pain that you know is going to come?
    Heal soon.
    Cheers
    Malc

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