Now that's just awkward

Day 86

Tuesday

Life is awkward. Like the pain in my groin. How does one pull their groin? In everyday life people normally don’t move in ways that inflict stress on the groin muscle. It’s in an awkward area. It’s a small muscle. But somehow I managed to pull my groin. So there I go walking normally through school and then one half degree pivot of my left leg and shooting pain runs through my groin and straight into my face, catching my breath and clenching my jaw. I’m sure anyone watching me would have thought I was having a convulsion they way I tensed up. But the next step follows, deep exhalation, pain free, each step a tender guess as to when the pain will flare.

But, there’s nothing like having the teacher who broke her knee 2 months ago (and had a FULL, full leg cast, yes from toe to groin..haha…for 2 months) and had been on bed rest, followed by time scooting around her piso in a wheelchair, eventually scrambling the streets in crutches (the tortuous contraptions the Spanish have invented instead of using the remarkably pain free American crutches) until she could scramble so well as to hop around school. And today was her first day back. And she couldn’t have been happier. And it really didn’t leave me any room to complain about my groin. Pulled groin vs. broken knee in full leg cast….

So as I grimaced as I crossed my legs to sit down at her welcome back party I thought, it’s just a groin. Now it’s time for cake. At least the Spanish know how to party hard enough to make you forget the hard times for a bit…