Been favoring a very sore knee for the past few weeks. This afternoon I was taking a photo of the new Stereomour, turned to set my glasses down, felt a POP, and apparently finished whatever I started a few weeks ago - tore the everlovin' s**t out of my calf muscle. Gonna be on crutches for at least a week. Nope, not the leg I broke five years ago, the other one. Dumb, dumb, stupid, arrrrggh! Anyway just wanted to let everyone know that I'll be moving a little slower than usual, and definitely not running to catch the phone.
Doc tried to give me Oxy, like when I broke my leg. It's terrible stuff for me and I told him I wouldn't take it. The medical community will not publicly acknowledge my research that two martinis is a much more effective pain killer (although most of my doctor relatives self medicate their old warhorse injuries the same way I do...)
Waiter! Where's that Martini???!!