Cripple

I’ve never been someone who gets ‘proper’ illnesses. I never broke a bone as a child, I never gashed an arm open by running through a plate glass door (something that, anecdotally, seems to happen to a lot of kids, I don’t know why), I never had measles or mumps or gastroenteritis. I don’t know why I should have had gastroenteritis, I just like the word. Instead I have ‘dodgy’ knees. Migraines. Psychological breakdowns. And now I can’t even have a proper broken foot.

I’ve been hobbling around for the last fortnight. My right foot really fucken hurts and now I’m full-on limping. And what does the doctor reckon it is? Tendonitis. What would have been wrong with a hairline fracture, mmm? Trapped nerve? DVT? Something a bit less middle-class than ‘tendonitis’? Oh, it’s an itis, is it? *sigh*

Doesn’t stop them attempting to take an arm’s worth of blood to see if I have gout. No, seriously, gout. Apparently I’m a nineteenth century aristocrat, lounging by the fire in my breeches and velvet dinner jacket, fingering a crystal glass of claret.

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2 responses to “Cripple

  1. Will October 19, 2007 at 12:28 am

    I know someone who has gout – he’s my age. Apparently it runs in families.

  2. Rachel October 19, 2007 at 11:15 am

    Yeah, and it’s got nothing to do with being fat and eating venison. But still. *sigh*

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