Monday, November 10, 2008

Pride? What pride?

They say pride comes before a fall.
But I certainly didn't feel proud when I fell over in the street last week.
Especially as I splatted straight onto my knee.

The same knee that I had a series of operations on a couple of decades ago.
The one that has no cushioning in the joint.
The one that had me hobbling to grueling physio sessions 5 times a week for a year.
The one that took all that time to heal when I was in my 20s with supposedly fast powers of recovery.

The same one that is still swollen with technicolour bruising 6 days after I fell ...

Bugger.

8 comments:

pierre l said...

You poor thing! Many, many hugs.

Debi said...

Aw thanks, Pierre. I'm hoping that a combination of arnica and sympathy will ensure a swift recovery this time.

BarbaraS said...

And another hug from me... take good care!

leslie said...

Don't do that ever again!
ow ow ow ow

Debi said...

It's looking satisfyingly spectacular - looks worse than it feels which is so much better than the other way round.

FB says it looks like I've spilled a bottle of ink over my knee. He has a good ear for a simile, that boy.

leslie said...

Pictures?
(good for the sympathy vote)

wordtryst said...

Oh no! I'm so sorry, Debi! Hope there's no real harm done.

Debi said...

Leslie - if I posted pix my blog definitely would be considered offensive.

Wordtryst - just call me Hopalong Chastity.