Not Writing

Today is Friday. I'm well set for my NaNoWriMo word count, and so won't be writing today. I'm going to check the stats on Monday. If it averages out, then I'll continue to take Fridays off. If it doesn't, well, I'll write Fridays as well.

Luckily, I've managed to keep fairly well on track and so the amount I may be down will be easily made up.

I say easily. I actually mean hellishly, but whatever.

I do have to note, I'm not impressed with the quality of my writing thus far. There have been a good couple of sections, but the rest is utter crap. There shall be a lot of fixing up, me thinks!

Yesterday was a slightly better day than the day before. Everyone should be proud of me - I've booked an appointment with a physiotherapist. I managed to walk to the walk-in clinic to get a referral, except that the doctor wasn't taking any more patients - full up for the day.

I was in such agony I almost started crying. My back, for those of you just tuning in.

You see, October 23rd, I was in a collision on the highway. I and a friend, K.R. were off to see Jeff Dunham perform at Scotiabank Place when we were rear-ended while trying to avoid a different collision. We avoided rear-ending the person in front of us. The people behind us weren't so lucky.

Their very large van hit the back of K.R.'s very small car.

The car is totalled. She's had to buy a new one.

For the first week after the accident, I was fine. I was a little achy, but I'd figure it'd pass. With the week up and nothing absolutely terrible going on with me, I decided to jump back into training.

Mistake.

When Saturday rolled around, I was crippled with a headache and back pain so severe it kept me to my bed for two days. J.M-B. was very good at putting up with my whining. My back has been hurting ever since.

Yesterday, it hurt the worst it has since the weekend.

A phone call from Mum and some painkillers made it all better. However, I'm not taking this lightly any more. So I headed to the walk-in clinic near my home only to be turned away. Luckily, there was a physiotherapy clinic right across the parking lot.

I went there. Even more lucky, they accept insurance claims and so, my first appointment has been made for Wednesday of next week.

Worried that I wouldn't make it 'till then, J. M-B. booked an appointment with a massage therapist who does house calls for me. That's happening tomorrow morning.

I have the best flatmate in the world. Just putting that out there.

So, that is my big exciting piece of news. I'm injured and I'm mad about it. I've missed so much training... and I've really needed training this week! It's a vicious cycle...

Today I am not writing, I'm mucking around and wasting time and relaxing. So there.

Have a great weekend everyone!

Malahack

A word ludicrously fabricated which means to cut or carve in an awkward and slovenly manner.

- Rev. Robert Forby's Vocabulary of East Anglia, 1830