By the pricking of my thumbs
Mar. 12th, 2009 07:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceO God this ruine, this corps I own as mine...
This is not good, this body thing. The one thumb aches, the scarred one, and I expect it always will; the other is tingling now. Pins and needles in my hand - in that half of my left hand - is the horror-sign for me. I forbode it weeks ago, and here it is.
And yes, I do have an appointment with my physio - but that's not till the week after next, she's a busy woman (she runs the Sports Injury Clinic, and I do love going in there, oh-so-sporty me: mingling with professionals in the waiting-room, a vast American basketballer on the one hand and a Premiership footballer on the other...). Meantime - well, nothing I can do but fret and tingle, so I'm doing that. Vampires may sparkle; hundreds-and-thousands may sprinkle; I tingle. Next thing you know, I shall become prickly. Then you'll be sorry.
This is not good, this body thing. The one thumb aches, the scarred one, and I expect it always will; the other is tingling now. Pins and needles in my hand - in that half of my left hand - is the horror-sign for me. I forbode it weeks ago, and here it is.
And yes, I do have an appointment with my physio - but that's not till the week after next, she's a busy woman (she runs the Sports Injury Clinic, and I do love going in there, oh-so-sporty me: mingling with professionals in the waiting-room, a vast American basketballer on the one hand and a Premiership footballer on the other...). Meantime - well, nothing I can do but fret and tingle, so I'm doing that. Vampires may sparkle; hundreds-and-thousands may sprinkle; I tingle. Next thing you know, I shall become prickly. Then you'll be sorry.