A funny thing happened on the way to the train...

You think you're a little late but you'll probably make it and not disappoint the others who are waiting at the station for you. You walk quickly...jog even...just to make sure. You see the station entrance and pick up speed a little crossing the road then, suddenly, TWACK! You shaft your Achilles tendon.

You know this because you remember the feeling and the sensation a full 12 years ago when you shafted the other one on the badminton court. But, like last time, you think it's a temporary if somewhat painful interlude that'll just go away once you've sat down........or maybe rested it later that evening...or after a good night's sleep. But, like last time, it doesn't and so, unlike last time, you go to the doctors after 2 days rather than waiting two months.

Then you find yourself counting the hours until the 9:30 appointment at tomorrow's Fracture Clinic - knowing that left leg problems mean that, unlike last time, you can't even get away with driving an automatic. You consider what spending 48 hours in hospital after surgery might actually be like - given that you have never stayed in hospital before. You think about how spending 2-3 months in plaster will actually work out and all of the things you'll have to learn and re-learn to do...just like you did last time. You wonder if it'll hurt, especially if they allocate a physio like Hattie Jacques.

In the overall scheme of things my problems are truly insignificant - but, just for tonight, things are a little out of shape. I hope that by this time tomorrow things are a little straighter.

--G.