Sitting in an MIU. I have been here before. This time a broken rib. Painful indeed.
So I am back in the west recently moved to Penzance and have my usual east west conflict going on!!
Feel that I am perhaps becoming a little agoraphobic.. obviously not a bad case as I threw myself into the melee that is Glastonbury festival last week. That's where I got the injury. And after the injury I didnt do much as crowds seemed scary and I was tired of it all. Just wanted to be home. Trouble was home is an unfurnished flat in penzance with no furniture and I dont know anyone. So the return was not remotely comforting.
Hmmm making my usual crappy choices I guess. And now I am getting the rib checked out and I dont know why I have chosen to sit in a stuffy waiting room waiting and waiting to be told there is nothing they can do. That I am ok really and to just go home and wait out the 6 weeks until the rib is mended. Oh yes and get back to work too. Feel like a shirker... but am full of tiredness and ennui...