What's
A Joint Like You Doing In A Cartoonist Like
This?
Yes, I know it's been
an all-timer of a political week, not unlike
the 150 or so weeks that preceded it, but this
week came with a bonus and it starts with my
knees.
I was born with crummy knees, the kind you'd find on the back of a comic
book alongside offers for X-ray specs and disappearing ink.
"Hey, kids! Imagine the fun of watching your friends collapse into a heap
after making a sudden right turn. Comes with instructions. Get a second set for
an additional 1.25, plus tax."
The problem is that Stanfill's have uniquely small patellas, which allows
the femur to twist, whenever the upper body undergoes sudden torque,
while everything below it is unsuspectingly rooted to the ground.
Ouch.
I learned this lesson early in life and, far from being a curse, these
crummy pins of mine were a blessing as they kept me away from the kind
of "manly endeavors" that later in life one regrets, at least
as much as the CTE will allow.
So I've spent a lifetime engaging in exercise specifically aimed at improving
leg strength. Bicycling is great for that but a couple of years ago I
got into deep knee-bends and the results were favorable. So much so that
I increased the regimen to a set of repetitions on the hour. Result:
sprained leg muscles and a week gulping NSAIDs while staggering about
the house with the aid of a cane.
A CANE!
It beats toppling over and breaking something vital.
This past week-end it was stair-stepping that got me. 15-minute sessions
were providing good results so I increased my session to 30 minutes.
Big mistake. Much hurting. Yikes! Yikes! Yikes!
The last thing I've wanted to do this week was sit in a chair and draw
funny cartoons but I made myself get in here and do my best today and
you're going to sit there and listen to me bitch about it!
On the plus side, I'm thankful that I work freelance from home and that
the larder is well-stocked with both human and cat chow.
There is no moral here, no lesson, no epiphany. Just Cartoon Boy bitching
into the inky, kinky digital darkness and, frankly, feeling somewhat
better for having done it.
Excelsior!
=Lefty=
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