On Monday, I twisted my ankle while walking across the office to the microwave. You’d think I have a gigantic office but it’s actually rather small. It was the enthusiastic, not to say desperate, nature of the walk to the microwave that caused the accident.
For the next two days, I used the excuse of the sore ankle to plant myself on my bed after coming home from work and reading for hours.
The ankle healed fast but the memory of the blissful time reading and doing absolutely nothing else whatsoever remained. Now I have a sore knee that justifies my continued bed rest. The pain is very sharp so the rest is very justified.
I’m afraid I’ll turn myself into an invalid because I can’t do what I want to do without an excuse.