Back under the needle again yesterday. The Doctor performed the injection a little differently this time. Rather than a quick injection followed by a cigarette whilst gazing at the ceiling he left the needle in for about a minute and simultaneously pecked (30 or 40 times) at the tendon to induce some breakdown in the belief that it will induce an improved response. I suppose this trick originated from Wilding Davison's "A Wife's Guide to Getting Your Own Way". I'd better be wary of royal horses in the meantime.
I'd love to regale you with a story of straining at the shackles, biting through wooden gags and being held down by well padded nurses. The fact is with the anaesthetics used the pain is negligible, certainly hurting less than a slice serve did on monday. I was unable to straighten my arm for the rest of the day, but today it seems far better than at this stage last time if memory serves correctly. I hope this isn't a sign of compression of the whole cycle as it would mean my elbow would start hurting again a week on thursday.
So, looking ahead. 3 weeks before I start playing again, 3 weeks easing into full play and 3 weeks of tournaments topped off by the Four Nations Cup in early May. Beyond that depends on the health of various body parts, mind and solar systems.
When I started, the goal was to play full time for between 1 and 2 years. Assuming the plan above is successful it lands me in the middle with the possibility of continuing if a permanent solution is found - if I'm not bored by it all by then. As insurance I will give some thought to rejoining the workforce. Timing is everything and it's fairly typical that I start looking for a job while everybody is losing theirs. I'll guess we'll see if the field of contrarian economics spreads to the world of jobseekers!
More immediately I expect to run a half-marathon this sunday. Understandably I'm well over racing weight and have only been running at an easy pace to date but I have to attend anyway and have never been very good at standing on the sidelines watching others.
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you must be a master of punching the munchkin with your left hand by now?!
you have about a 5% chance of healing
your done, as predicted
"your done, as predicted"
You have put me in AWE. Can I suck your dick, pleeease?
Grow the fuck up.
no thanks. i like girls. i dont wanna grow up, im a toys r us kid
lol.
Gotta join the line-up to take a swing at tufty! At least moz knows who the enemy is-Paul Smith??,had heard rumours and they wern't very nice.
keep taking pieces out of the Old man Moz, he can take it.
You, on the other hand, tufty,are a dick!
lol. if only he took my advice a long time ago. his tennis is finished as he never took my advice. its no fun to bash him now as his tennis elbow is like a 70yr old woman. all there is to do is make moz as comfortable as possible before the pole shift in 2011. im playing 2hrs a day with my pog os, gut mains 54, poly cross 53, and my arm feels as fresh as can be. ohh yeah i eat organic raw food as well.
You are still a dick!even if an organic one....
only family matters. i could care less what people other then my family think. fact is people are too concerned at what others think of them. your health and family are all that matters. not TT chat people
-Tufty
Chin up pogchild, Im sure your family think you are a complete twat. Oh, sure they put it down to OCD
but they know!!
Pog Child is a great name! Better to be a healthy twat than an injured nit. Hell yeah!
-Pog Child
Tufty is right, family is important. His mom told me last night; she said tufy was a lovely lad, at least I think that's what she said, it was difficult to be sure as she has a tendancy to mumble when her mouth's full of my cock.
"only family matters. i could care less what people other then my family think"
Is that why you had to marry your mother?
lol classic
mom we have to now get a divorce
lol
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