My rehab has added a new exercise to the routine. I don't know the name of the machine I'm using, but I call it the pap smear machine because even though I'm seated and upright that's what I think of any time my feet are in stirrups that spread my legs. Anyway, the point of the machine is to bring your knees together against the resistance of the weights tied to the stirrups. You know the one.
I am dipping into my squirrel-stash of prescription painkillers today because Jesus fuck, my groin.* It's like someone's tightening a winch in my thigh muscles. You should have seen the undignified waddle-lurch I had to do just to get downstairs today.
Take good care of your body, kids. Maintenance is boring but it's so much easier than repair is.
*this sentence contains one of the most important commas I have ever used