Tell the joint man I have bursitis. He manipulates leg painfully. 'What you have,' he says, 'is no cartilage in your knee at all and a bloody big bone spur sitting where the cartilage should be.' So, well: see what cortisone does if anything; strengthen knee muscles more; and lose as much weight as I can. To which end I broke my twenty on an egg white breakfast bun (250 cals) and walked back to the station.
Well, that's that, then
Tell the joint man I have bursitis. He manipulates leg painfully. 'What you have,' he says, 'is no cartilage in your knee at all and a bloody big bone spur sitting where the cartilage should be.' So, well: see what cortisone does if anything; strengthen knee muscles more; and lose as much weight as I can. To which end I broke my twenty on an egg white breakfast bun (250 cals) and walked back to the station.
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Somewhere in this here journal I noted that the coda to Bede's story about the sparrow* in the meadhall was actually a pasage from a Russian short…
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Pepys is always writing 'Lay late abed' (except when he's getting up at 4 a.m. to be somewhere downriver at 8) and I fully sympathize with the…
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The announcement that acupuncturists and massage therapists will be allowed to reopen soon lifted me out of yesterday's funk, though I still think…
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