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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