Letters Of Complaint.

[Biggles]

You're an accountant. You must have passed on a reasonable measure of evil.

In SGG's case with accrued interest

[JPaul]

If I didn't have crutches, I would be dragging myself around the house by my hands.

We aren't talking about a weakened ankle. It's done for a bit. Totally out of commission. I can't move the foot in the slightest bit. I can't even move my toes. My toes are numb ffs, but since they aren't turning blue they must be getting circulation and I'm not worried about them, yet. I can't stand on it. At all. No way, no how.

My foot remains in a natural position which places the toes lower than the heel when in a quasi-standing position. I can't put my foot down or my foot would bend several inches at the ankle. I've got a pretty good pain threshold, but I would be screaming bloody murder if that happened. I've tried standing with just the heel on the edge of the tub when entering/exiting the shower and can only put the slightest amount of weight on it to give me a bit of balance.

Not sure what your injury was but mine sounds worse from this end.

I'm taking that as a yes, one of the gays.

Mine was torn ligaments, caused by what the Doctor called a severe trauma. When I say grossly weakened I don't mean at the time, I mean for the rest of my life.

9 weeks off work, then a few months physio and exercises I have to do on a daily basis. Sometimes one is busy and forgets, or forgets to walk every hour or so just to keep it moving.

Skizo-

Scots-Irish blood apparently keeps you from healing for the rest of your life.

Have you any.

Not life, but the blood, I mean.

Indeed but you don't wander around on crutches like a wee lassie.

Or one of the gays.

[Skiz]

I'm taking that as a yes, one of the gays.

Mine was torn ligaments, caused by what the Doctor called a severe trauma. When I say grossly weakened I don't mean at the time, I mean for the rest of my life.

9 weeks off work, then a few months physio and exercises I have to do on a daily basis. Sometimes one is busy and forgets, or forgets to walk every hour or so just to keep it moving.

Skizo-

Scots-Irish blood apparently keeps you from healing for the rest of your life.

Have you any.

Not life, but the blood, I mean.

Indeed but you don't wander around on crutches like a wee lassie.

Or one of the gays.

I certainly don't take basic injuries which don't require crutches and stretch them out for nine fucking weeks.

According to the doc, I have torn a particular ligament, making my injury that of a common nature and should expect to be down and out for 2-3 weeks and should be using crutches until the pain subsides.

Maybe you had a lesser injury and drug it out for nine weeks by not letting it heal properly.

Call me a lassie or a gay all you like, but I expect to be doing jumping jacks in 2 weeks.

[Skweeky]

I've been wandering around on one crutch all day. True story.

[brotherdoobie]

I've been wandering around on one crutch all day. True story.

Yes, but you're walking for two.


-bd

[j2k4]

Skizo-

Scots-Irish blood apparently keeps you from healing for the rest of your life.

Have you any.

Not life, but the blood, I mean.

Indeed but you don't wander around on crutches like a wee lassie.

Or one of the gays.

I certainly don't take basic injuries which don't require crutches and stretch them out for nine fucking weeks.

According to the doc, I have torn a particular ligament, making my injury that of a common nature and should expect to be down and out for 2-3 weeks and should be using crutches until the pain subsides.

Maybe you had a lesser injury and drug it out for nine weeks by not letting it heal properly.

Call me a lassie or a gay all you like, but I expect to be doing jumping jacks in 2 weeks.

The particular ligament, you say.

Odd.

[brotherdoobie]

Indeed but you don't wander around on crutches like a wee lassie.

Or one of the gays.

I certainly don't take basic injuries which don't require crutches and stretch them out for nine fucking weeks.

According to the doc, I have torn a particular ligament, making my injury that of a common nature and should expect to be down and out for 2-3 weeks and should be using crutches until the pain subsides.

Maybe you had a lesser injury and drug it out for nine weeks by not letting it heal properly.

Call me a lassie or a gay all you like, but I expect to be doing jumping jacks in 2 weeks.

The particular ligament, you say.

Odd.

It's actually called the fastidious ligament, but why bother with being persnickety.


-bd

[j2k4]

I certainly don't take basic injuries which don't require crutches and stretch them out for nine fucking weeks.

According to the doc, I have torn a particular ligament, making my injury that of a common nature and should expect to be down and out for 2-3 weeks and should be using crutches until the pain subsides.

Maybe you had a lesser injury and drug it out for nine weeks by not letting it heal properly.

Call me a lassie or a gay all you like, but I expect to be doing jumping jacks in 2 weeks.

The particular ligament, you say.

Odd.

It's actually called the fastidious ligament, but why bother with being persnickety.


-bd

Or pecksniffian.

[Skweeky]

I've been wandering around on one crutch all day. True story.

Yes, but you're walking for two.


-bd

True

I deserve another crutch I think.

Am off for the rest of the afternoon now so I predict junk on tv and chocolate eating. I may even venture into the kitchen and make dinner at some point.

[JPaul]

Skizo-

Scots-Irish blood apparently keeps you from healing for the rest of your life.

Have you any.

Not life, but the blood, I mean.

Indeed but you don't wander around on crutches like a wee lassie.

Or one of the gays.

I certainly don't take basic injuries which don't require crutches and stretch them out for nine fucking weeks.

According to the doc, I have torn a particular ligament, making my injury that of a common nature and should expect to be down and out for 2-3 weeks and should be using crutches until the pain subsides.

Maybe you had a lesser injury and drug it out for nine weeks by not letting it heal properly.

Call me a lassie or a gay all you like, but I expect to be doing jumping jacks in 2 weeks.

Walking up this hill the day after I did it was part of the problem actually.



It's called calvary and is in Pollenca (Mallorca) it's 365 steps all told.

"drug it out" is linguistic genious btw.