Because my doctor’s appointment was at half past eight, I went into work before 7am, then went back out to my appointment; all so I could get a desk for the day! It allowed me to get a few things set up and out of the way, though, but the walking did my leg no good at all.
I was one of the first to be seen, and because I had made an emergency appointment I didn’t know who I would be getting. As soon as I heard my name being called I knew I was in big trouble.
The doctor was female, young, and extremely good looking. I sat down and told her all about the pains and she asked me a few questions; that was all fine. Then the moment arrived, that I had been dreading wouldn’t be necessary: she asked me to remove my trousers.
She guided me over to the examination bed and pulled the curtains around, then asked me to drop my kegs, which I did, nervously. She then got down and started feeling around the top of my legs, my lower back, and the top of my bum. Then she had me lying on the bed while testing my leg in different directions.
Throughout the entire episode I concentrated solely and intensely on the intricacies of Andrew Lloyd Webber’s facial features, which was about the only thing I could think of to keep my threatening erection at bay. Thankfully, it worked, and my blushes were saved. The upshot is I have been put on a course of medication, which hopefully will de-flame the situation enough to allow my joint to heal. Every step I take, it seems, is worsening the injury.
I decided to skip my writer’s group this evening because of my leg, preferring to give it as much rest as possible. As it turned out it was just as well; had I gone I would have missed out on an urgent editing job that was referred to me from one of my editors. It’s funny how it works sometimes.
Oh – and I’ve got my images back from the photo shoot. I’ll try and upload them tomorrow if I can find the time.