I’ve been incapacitated for the past few weeks owing to an acute deep tissue knee injury and sadly, I’m not the only blogger in recent months to have fallen foul of the curse of the crutch; Marianne over at East of Malaga, Rhonda at Fifty Shades of Gray Hair & Paula have all suffered various incapacitating injuries.
I’d like to be able to tell you that I was injured during some dangerous daring stunt such as abseiling or white water rafting but the truth of the matter is much more mundane that that; I slipped on the wet floor in the little girls’ room at work and managed to wrench my knee whilst performing the splits for the first and (hopefully last) time in my life. Who’d have thought I’d have been that bendy!
So I am currently modelling this slinky little number which is a bit like wearing a cricket batting pad and will probably make me more irresistible to the opposite sex (well those that like cricket anyway). It takes me about twenty minutes of hot sweaty wrestling to fasten all the hooks (a bit like a whalebone corset) and I feel like I need a lie down in a darkened room afterwards. I am still travelling into work every day on crutches via the local bus service, with my bag hanging loosely around my neck. I will admit to a couple of near misses with the automatic doors but I’m now a little wiser and can out-manoeuvre them. The medication has been knocking me out and one morning whilst still semi-conscious I thought I’d overslept so I dashed out to catch the earlier bus and arrived in work for 5.50am where I sat like Billy No Mates until my colleagues arrived at 8.30am
I’m not denying that walking at the moment isn’t somewhat painful and incredibly tiring but a girl’s gotta earn a living. However, as my bestie is about to grant us a royal visit, I’m applying muscle balms & ice packs, knocking back anti-inflammatory medications , and elevating the knee time permitting. And if all else fails there’s always Margaritas.
Have a good week my friends & let’s be careful out there.