The Life of Cata

I was at work two days ago and I'm going about my business as usual. It's the end of the night and there's a lot of cleaning to do and so I'm squatting down to put away some of the glasses on the lower shelves. When I get up there's this striking pain in my right knee. I continue work and walk home trying to shake it off. I go to bed thinking that surely by morning it would have healed itself. When I wake up the next morning I can barely move my leg without screaming from the pain. So I get Toby to take me down the the A & E at the hospital. After much waiting I find out that I've pulled all the muscles around my knee and that I need to be as still as possible for the next 48 hours. I got some painkillers so it doesn't hurt as much but I'm still really sore and whenever the painkillers ware off I start to feel the striking pain again. Hopefully I will recover quickly as I'm determined to do my 10 km on Saturday. Although I might have to take it easy and walk it instead of jogging the whole thing. And the doctor did say that if I go through with the race I should expect lots of pain the next day :( Bad timing right?