I spent most of the day on the sofa with my leg raised, knowing that I'd have to spend several hours with my leg down and swelling painfully. I got a cab and joined the party. I sat on a bar stool for 3 hours keeping company with a French lady who is also on crutches due to a torn Achilles tendon. I'd confess to some envy of those people who could just pop down to the dance floor and move with the music.
It's fun watching the reactions of people seeing the frame or the first time. So many people have a physical swoon... But I'm getting bored of telling the story. It gets briefer every time.
I'm also frustrated that there seems to be only one topic of conversation. And the cause is my own problem; I don't have much else to think about.
Eventually too much pain. I had to leave.
I'm also frustrated that there seems to be only one topic of conversation. And the cause is my own problem; I don't have much else to think about.
Eventually too much pain. I had to leave.