Go on, laugh at me

I wasn't going to write about this as it is quite possibly the stupidest thing that's ever happened to me. But Jukka (who, for some reason, always seems to call me when I'm home on sick leave) managed to convince me that this is a story worth telling. And I'll even write it in English to humour my international audience (?) too.

So, I was walking to my office this morning as I thought a nice walk in the morning would be good for me. Oh, how wrong I was about that! On the way, I stopped to get some milk for my morning coffee: I was actually looking forward to getting to work as I had a clear plan of all the things I'd get done after a nice big mug of fresh coffee. I paid for the milk, as you do. This is where a perfectly nice day started to go wrong big time. As I was leaving the shop I dropped a 2 € coin, bent over to pick it up and suddenly felt the nastiest slashing kind of pain in my upper right thigh, or, to be honest, my arse. I very nearly fell over as this stupid muscle just suddenly decided to stop cooperating with me and, naturally, my first reaction was to shout out all the rude words I could think of (which wasn't that many, really, as the pain made it quite hard to concentrate on swearing). I bravely pretended to the shop lady that everything's ok and limped away biting my lip.

I tried to survive at work for a bit but walking hurt too much, sitting hurt too much and standing hurt too much so off I went to see a doctor. Having spent three hours at the doctor's and having got some nice ultra sound pictures of my upper thigh, I eventually got sent home with a packet of painkillers that should keep me happy for the weekend.

Most of you know that I pick up coins from the ground all the time. Some of you might also know that I'm fairly flexible. One might think that my experience in the field of coin-picking and flexibility due to being double-jointed combined with the fact that, being so very short, I'm always fairly close to the ground this wouldn't happen to me. But it did. I broke my arse for two euros.