Well, There You Go

My arm made a remarkable recovery, yesterday, between St Vinnies, in the morning and going to see my own doctor, in the afternoon.

How are you, my doctor asked?

Okay, I said. Grumpy. Shitty. Over it.

That's no good, said my doctor. Come on, lets take a look at it.

When I took the sling off, the swelling had reduced, considerably and the redness had almost faded, it was as though he had charm it right back to normal.

I was pleasantly surprised.

No, you still have to wear the sling for another 5 days, said doc. No you still can't drive.

It's very hard typing one-handed. There aren't too many things that are best done one-handed? Speaking of which, Manny has been noticeably absent during this whole illness process. Of course, breaking into that boy's gym, food, body worship regime, may take a little more than a pussy elbow. I may need to end up in emergency on life-support, to gain his full, undivided attention.

Actually, that's not really fair, but I would have thought he would have turned up to see how I was with me being home, sick for three days.

Actually, thinking about it, I wonder if he even knows? It all seems to have happened so quickly.

When did I last speak to him?

He's better in a towel than a crisis.