North Side chapter, who are unable to be with us tonight on account of being rubbed out

[sovay]

And on my way into the Walgreen's where I was going to buy the over-the-counter decongestant I had been prescribed for the bronchitis and blocked ear with which I was diagnosed late this afternoon, I hit an unseen patch of black ice, my feet went out from under me, I dropped like an illustration on terminal velocity and my left knee caught my entire weight, and now I am sitting with my computer on my lap and my leg propped with Ace bandages and ice packs because the gash over the kneecap that bled dramatically through my corduroys was, as I thought, essentially cosmetic and the real damage which I felt pulling behind my knee and down into the shin was the sprain. It was the assessment of the after-hours clinician that I did not actually break or tear anything because instead of falling over shrieking I got up, limped around Walgreen's, made my purchases, and then called urgent care as I realized it was getting more and more painful to walk, but if I can't put weight on the leg tomorrow I need to call their office back. The part that really burns me up is that with all the snowstorms and being sick lately I have been confined to the house and stir-crazy and was really enjoying the opportunity to run around outside in the sunlight, even if it was for a doctor's appointment. Not so much in the near future. I have been offered a cane and it might look dapper, but it's going to be damn annoying. I want a do-over on Valentine's Day.

[edit] And the other prescribed medication for the bronchitis contains dextromethorphan, so I am now coughing, limping, and dissociating. If anybody wants me, I'll be in the World War I novel.

Comments

[sovay]

May aristocratic VADs bring you tea and confide their secret desires to go teach at a women's college.

That is one of the nicest things I've been wished. Thank you.

(This better be the kind of novel where they get the chance to, too.)