Because I have GOT to find the witch that has hexed me. It vexes me, how the same thing keeps happening to me over and over. I'm terribly vexed.
I suppose I did it to myself by being too happy about starting exercising again. I was all pumped up, you know, full of enthusiasm and cheer.... Yes, far too happy. Just remember children, be miserable about everything, then no evil thing will take away what you are most happy about. They'll just assume they already finished working on you, and will pass you by for that guy who whistles when he pumps gas. What a weirdo.
My knee got hurt again yesterday. I was feeding sows at work, and there was one meeeean sow who decided that she should push on her feeder really hard just as I was putting it back in. The corner of the feeder struck me on the right side of my knee, very close to my kneecap.
I am a Christian, and I do try not to, but sometimes I swear. It's true. It's a vice that I hate to have, but it's there. No point lying about it, because then I'd be a swearer and a liar. The point is, I swore at that moment. It REAAALLY hurt. Just imagine someone very strong taking a pointy piece of metal and ramming it into your knee as hard as they could. Now wince, with that little sucking in of air that everyone does when they see or imagine something painful. "Oooooooh! Sccchhhhhhh!"
I really shouldn't have said anything about not wanting to be called Hobbles in my last post, because.... I'm Hobbles again. All day today at work it was "Hobbles" this and "Hobbles" that.... terribly irritating. I should've stayed home like I COULD have, with my foot up and ice on my knee. That'd show them. I'm a Fenton now, though, and that means I have to be as stubborn as a mule and soldier on through any injury no matter how grievous. There's money to be made! C'mon!
Anyways, I haven't exercised at all since Monday, and I'm very pouty about it. Hopefully the stupid bruise on my knee will go away soon so I can get back in my new fitness groove. I'm using Arnica gel on it, which helps immensely, but nothing ever heals quite as quickly as you'd like it to.
Well, at least my husband babies me once we get home. He's making supper, he made me tea, and he's going to do the dishes. Aww.... my sweetie.