Well, last night wasn’t my most pleasant journey home by a long shot!
Considering one of the points I made yesterday, that it was harder to walk down stairs than up, the sign on the left that greeted me at Camden Town wasn’t exactly a good omen!
There are 96 steps. Argh!
So, I decided to get on a bus. I planned to go to Euston, but the first one that came along went via Kings Cross, which I thought would be fine, but when we drew up outside Kings Cross, I realised that the only entrance I’ve ever used there is really steep steps down to the underground, LOL. I’m sure that there must be a ‘disabled’ way down, but wasn’t going to traipse round the station looking for it in rush hour.
So I stayed on the bus to Liverpool Street, which seemed to take an absolute age! Thank God I was reading a good book (Black Lands if you’re interested) – although my dad called me, and then nattered on for about 20 minutes anyway, which must’ve pissed off everybody else on the bus. He did have a very funny story though, which I will tell in my next post
One good thing about going to Liverpool Street (no stairs/no escalators) was that there is a Krispy Kreme on my way to the platform – so I treated the three of us to doughnuts! Hurrah!!
Today, my leg has been absolutely killing me, and I assume it’s because of the amount of exercise it got yesterday, and the amount of jolting, bashing, straining etc. When I got up this morning, I saw that a bruise had started to form, which certainly hadn’t been there before – and seeing as I did this almost 2 weeks ago, it feels weird that there’s finally something to show for it! I wonder how much it will come out.
My bosses, after taking the piss out of me for two days, have told me to work from home tomorrow to give it a rest. Bless them. but that could be because I suggested that I call the National Bullying Hotline to report them, LOL
Well, it’s now been over a week since I popped my calf muscle, and a few people have asked me how it’s doing, so I thought I’d better to do a quick update.
I am totally impatient, and every night I’ve expected to go to bed and wake up and it’s miraculously better – but unfortunately that hasn’t been the case. How annoying is that?
My progress has actually been pretty good, although yesterday, The Man bought a walking stick from the charity shop where he volunteers and then proceeded to laugh his head off at me as I practiced using it. To be honest, I can’t get the hang of it at all – old people are awesome!
However, today, I can actually put my foot down flat as I am walking around, and that’s the first day. When I spoke to my boss earlier, he was laughing at my description that I ‘lurch around like a pissed old bird!’ – I honestly do move a little like a zombie to be quite honest.
I have a gig to go to next week and I need to be able to stand up properly for that. Although thinking about it, I still haven’t got around to finding someone to go to the gig with me! Arghh….bugger!
I’m on call this weekend, so I wont be going anywhere much, which gives me a little longer to make sure that it heals properly. But thanks for everyone’s concern – I know I’ve been a whingey arse, and I hate that. Mwahs all round xxx