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Too late. Chivalry took it in the back and keeled over years ago. Of course, Chivalry had some odd ideas about itself and the people (if chivalry wanted to call them that, which it sorta didn’t) around it.
Don’t you hate it when people are telling a story and they leave out the important bits at the beginning? Then the end of the story is all “Oh, yeah, we were in Germany at the time” or “Oh, no, she was dead before we got there, you see.” or “No, everyone was already naked. Didn’t I say that?”
So I’ve gotten to the point in my recovery where all the blood that escaped a vein and poured into the interstices of my hip and other bits has, because of gravity and other irritating realities, pooled in my calf and ankle.
It was less uncomfortable when it was spread out through my whole leg and hip. I mean, it’s a lot of goo to fit in such a little space where it doesn’t belong. Also, while I’m probably getting better at the same rate I’ve been tripping along at, the bit that’s still healing is more and more localized as I go.
I’ve seen the comments you guys have made, and I realize that I don’t have it a fraction as bad as a lot of people, and of course, I sit at a drawing table and a computer on many days, so it’s not like I have to load tractors with sacks of barley or something…
What it all boils down to is that I needed a thing in this space and all I can think about is how much my dang calf aches.
