Oh, Monkeys.

My ankle is doing wonderfully, thank you. A few twinges now and then when I catch my foot on an odd angle, but otherwise back to full mobility and strength.
Now it’s my shoulder that’s playing up. It just starting hurting after the party on Saturday night. No obvious explanation (although being pulled back and forth through a window can’t be ruled out). It’s frustrating, especially as it’s just painful enough to completely ruin my ability to sleep properly. Or, when the painkillers run out in the wee hours of the morning, at all.
I think this is my body’s way of telling me I’m thirty. Bugger.
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In any case, I’m a bit disheartened to be off the sport so soon after getting back on it, so I’ve scheduled some self-pity for this evening. At 7pm, when I was meant to be playing indoor netball, I’ll instead close the door to my room and curl up on my bed listening to Portishead’s Numb on my headphones. And weep bitter salty tears. Should be fun. (Sorry – you’re not invited.)

9 thoughts on “Oh, Monkeys.”

  2. Tell me about it. I have been hobbling around all day after receiving a kick to my right ankle at indoor soccer last night. With judicious application of an icepack after work, and enough strapping to make Imhotep envious I might even make it through said game at 7pm tonight. The older I get the more I contribute to the profits of elastoplast, bandaid and 3M…..

  3. This is in addition to the as-yet-unexplainable by-medical-science gammy hip that I experience occasionally in the form of a hip joint that occasionally fails to bear weight, painfully locks, or aches and keeps me awake at night.

  4. Are you sure this isn’t some feeble excuse to get out of playing frisbee on Tuesday? 😉
    Get better soon etc.
    If it’s any consolation, I’m 28, and my sister is taking unholy delight in pointing out that I’m getting white hairs. Cow.

  6. Steph: White hair makes you magical.
    Others except Billy: thanks
    Billy: The window turned me evil, then it turned me good again

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