Nothing exciting to report other than that Boyfriend and I were competing who'd get into the flat (and the computer) first after we'd seen the movie last night. I was winning but I slipped in our hall and, as always, hurt myself.
Not to worry though it was one of the injuries that my body's gotten used to after years of abuse playing handball and being pushed aside by 500+ kilo horses, so another sprained ankle is ok and as long as I walk more on the "outside" of the foot it's fine and doesn't really hurt much. It's amazing how well your body/mind remembers the injuries and how to stand/walk with minimum pain.
I almost miss the dull aching of a swollen ankle under the bandage and the difficulty to drive home after a game of handball or the pain of when trying to breathe properly with 5 broken ribs after your horse has decided to step on your back after panicking. God, I miss my Primus*!
It's sick but there's some kind of satisfaction in that particular kind of pain - at least I was doing something I enjoyed. Slipping on the floor doesn't hold all that much pleasure - mostly embarrassment from being clumsy.
*Primus was my other horse (not the one on the photo to the left). Primus was very special and the nicest being that's ever walked the planet. He didn't mean to hurt me and was really upset after the accident. He was my sweetheart and loved to put his muzzle on my shoulder to sniff my hair. + he loved beer, tobacco and bananas - you've got to love a horse like that!
No comments:
Post a Comment