I made a tentative attempt to return to the world of exercise this afternoon by popping down to the swimming pool. My rib has still been hurting, though not as badly as to begin with and at times the pain disappears entirely, so I thought I might be able to do a brief swim. But three strokes told me that it was not a good idea and so instead I went and sat in the jacuzzi for twenty minutes. This seemed to help as the pain went away for the rest of the day, returning only as I got back into bed. My rib really doesn't like my lying down, which is a pity because I really like lying down. My rib is a cock. Luckily not literally. Although it would be a talking point at parties.
I know that if I ever find myself in a Garden of Eden situation and God wants to make a lady for me out of a rib that that is the one I am going to get rid of. I don't want it in my body anymore. What use is it to me? Yes you might argue that without it Tim Keys would have skewered one of my important internal organs, but still no one likes a hero who then spends the next two weeks just moaning on about how much it hurt him. That's what my rib is doing. Not me. I am not going on and on about this.
The danger of making an Eve out of such a troublesome rib might be that she becomes a nagging complainer too. Perhaps it's best to get rid of one of the quiet ribs who just get on with their job and know their place. But what would be the fun in that? I want a troublesome Eve. One of my good ribs would probably be too scared to eat the apple and then I'd never be aware of my nudity and it's only awareness of nudity that makes the world fun. So if I am ever in that Garden of Eden situation - and it might happen - I am definitely going to go for the troublesome rib, even if it leads to all kinds of problems for humanity. Life would be rubbish if the original Adam and Eve hadn't rebelled.
And the good thing about being in almost constant pain is that I am really going to appreciate it when I am no longer hurting (whenever that will be). In fact this evening I felt almost giddy as I experienced an hour or so without an annoying twang in my side. I appreciate my non aching and working body all the more because I have had this time of discomfort. I am really looking forward to being fit enough to exercise again and aware that I am slowly piling on weight as a result of not being able to run or lift or swim.
I came home after the gig for an early night, but ended up playing poker on the internet til about two and then the girls got back to the flat and I had a drink with them. But it's nearly the end now. I was glad to be away from the Fringe for a night, and it's cool to have a glass of wine with friends.
I am still enjoying the show, but I have had about enough of everything else.
Until next year obviously.
