(Tapping on microphone.)
“Hello, is this thing on?”
(Massive amounts of feedback. Squinting due to stage lights in the eyes, holding up hand to see if anyone is still in the audience.)
“Is anybody still here…?”
So yeah, it’s been awhile since I’ve written much here call it equal parts writers block mixed in with adult type responsibilities. I’ve penned several posts in the past few weeks that I’ll probably never finish and will never see the light of day. I’ve read them over and I find them dull and uninteresting, so I’m sure you my faithfully readers would find them even more dull and extremely uninteresting.
In other news, I called it, and knew what it was all along, tendinitis, I finally had it confirmed by my guy in the white jacket. Turns out my LDL is a smidge higher than it should be too. I have no medical training, but I’m pretty sure the two are unrelated.
The doc gave me the fancy name, which I should have written down because I can’t remember jack, basically tendinitis in the ankley areas (pointing at my right foot). Suffice it to say, he thinks I should take it easy, but wasn’t all that specific on how long to stay away from activities which will further aggravate said condition. He suggested using a soft brace, check (I’ve been using that for ages) and wear shoes that offer better support for my ankle.
FYI, the pointes have been on the back burner for awhile now, and probably will stay there for the time being (somewhat long story). I can’t imagine they would help the situation, the ankle not the cholesterol level.
I’m sure my grandmother would give me the old, “I told you so” if she was still around. She was a bit of a shoe snob and hated that I prefer Vans instead of something more professional, you know the kind, the ones that require frequent polishing and only look right with a suit.
“A man of your age should be wearing something that fits your profession.” Yeah whatever Grandma, just ‘cuz I profess for a living doesn’t mean I have to look like a Young Republican. Side note, she once signed me up for the local chapter of the Young Republicans. I had no idea this happened until they started calling me wondering why I never showed up for their meetings. Sorry there little Ronald Regan, I have no interest in your fruity little club. They quit calling.
