falling 16 February 2010
The Old Gal is falling apart! I spent a fortune on supplements for my crackling kneecap yesterday – it makes a sound like a part of those toys for tiny children that have bells and rattles etc attached to stimulate their senses. I think a combination of the years of Irish Dancing and wear and tear have finally come home to roost and there’s not an ounce of fluid left in the auld joints, particularly in the right one. You can clearly hear the crackle when i climb up or down the stairs. Add to that the fact that I seem to have conjunctivitis also (both eyes, though again the right is worse than the left, since you ask) which has made me a red-eyed monster – I’d love to blame this on long hours burning the midnight oil while composing my magnum opus (Novel 8 is still underway and elusive) BUT that just ain’t the case and it’s all part of the I’vefinishedajobandnowhavetimetocomeapartattheseams thing that happens at the end of a long stretch of rigorous activity. Beats getting the flu, obviously, but is mightily annoying and hideous to behold both in the mirror or aurally…
