Another day, another miniseries watched in its entirety, yawn. I think my butt has worn its own distinct groove in the couch. I can walk reasonably well now--but I still can't run. At all. Not even for the forty-five seconds it would take to finish an agility course.
I could be at a cheap hotel lying on some flimsy bed with scratchy sheets and a butt-ugly bedspread with my dogs right now, maybe watching Animal Planet with them piled on the bed next to me, and looking forward to a wonderful weekend of agility. Simply heaven.
Except I'm not, because I had to withdraw from the show.
I did go ahead and get an appointment with a specialist, although the guy I wanted to see, a guy who came highly recommended and specializes in Sports Medicine, was booked up through June 21. So I accepted some other guy so I could get in on Tuesday, but now I've found out that his specialty is General Orthopedic Surgery. Super!! He will lose all interest once he decides it's not something you typically operate on. I doubt the appointment will yield anything useful.
I suppose I should just stop now under the proviso "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."
I'm going to bed.
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