legs

Some of you might remember that I got shin splints back in September. Well its halfway through December and my legs are worse than ever despite undergoing 6 weeks of physio(which was not cheap at 60e a pop!) and going to a chiropatist(which was so ludicrously expensive I don’t even want to talk about it). Yes 4 months later and I’m only starting to recover.
Well thats not entirely true. I had made a full recovery after the physio but due to a TWO MONTH wait for ’specialist insoles’ the muscles on my legs have once more seperated from the bone. Its bollox, I just want to play football. I don’t even want to be good at football, I just want to play football and maybe, if its not too much trouble, stand up for more than a few hours a day without a fucking zimmerframe.
Whats more concerning is the fact that I’m on private healthcare, if I was a public patient I’d be really screwed-thanks Mary! Oh its not fair to blame Ms Harney alone, lets blame every Irish government going back to the stoneage! Health, education and tranport were all election issues in the early years of the state-they are yet to be even credibly dealt with. Why? Because its Ireland, the Peoples Republic of “it’ll be grand”. We should draft in a couple of Germans to get things sorted out. We’ll trade beurocrats(funny thing happens if you drop the ‘b’ on that word) for ‘artists’(I think we can spare a few singer-songwriters at least, the odd playwrite and a veritable hamperfull of poets).
Incidentally, the “it’ll be grand” philosophy was instrumental in my original injuries. I was training for the Dublin Marathon when I noticed a slight pain in my legs-”it’ll be grand, just means your legs are working”. The pain got worse “it’ll be grand, you’re just subconciosly looking for an excuse to stop” and worse “it’ll be grand, stop being such a pussy” and worse “oh, wait a sec, I can’t move!”. At which point I took a week off training before going full on for another fortnight. The doctor wasn’t very impressed when I told him what happened.
I’ve gone way off the point here, what was the point again? Oh yeah-4 months later and the cunt tells me it’ll be another 6-8 weeks before I can run/jump/dance/prance/work in a bar/ work anywhere that doesn’t involve sitting down, again.