Since I've been in this cycle since late Sept./early Oct., I'm going to head to the doctor's on Monday, just to make sure there's not anything really wrong. Because I feel incredibly dumb, what I'd really like (in addition to the actual exam) is absolution:
Most merciful Claudia,
I confess that I have been stupid
in speed, incline, and footwear,
by what I have injured,
and by Advil I have left untaken.
I have not stretched with my whole hamstring;
I have not strengthened with my whole quad.
I am truly sorry and I humbly repent.
For the sake of my regular training,
have mercy on me and forgive me;
that I may lace up my sneakers,
and run outside,
before the roads are covered in snow and ice. Amen.
Fantastic, Di! There's a chorister's confession that is similar--which this reminds me to get out of the folder, along with my personal music, when I pick up cassock and surplice and take my leave of the TEC parish this Advent.
ReplyDeletePrayers for healing and wisdom!
That about sums up how I felt finally going to the doctor about my wrist last spring. Just replace some words about training with typing and footwear with computer mouse.
ReplyDeleteI hope that the doc can make it all better and it is not serious!
ReplyDeleteHello, If it turns out to be a meniscus and it cannot be repaired, look into transplant. Mine were removed (both medial and lateral) and I have wished for the shredded ones back every since. Any meniscus, even a shred, is better than none. Forewarned is forearmed. Good luck.
ReplyDeleteI'd say a Hail Mary, too. Just to be safe. :) Funny post, girlie!
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