Slowly falling apart
Well that weekend can probably be most accurately described as "interesting". I spent it slowly falling apart. It all started on Friday morning when I woke up with my lower right leg aching, a bit like cramp though it wasn't cramped. As Ruth at Cancer Care always asks me if I'm hurting anywhere, I figured it may not be a good sign so I gave them a ring. They weren't at all worried so I slapped an ice pack on it which helped more than a little. It wasn't any better Saturday morning (notice that it didn't hurt enough to keep me awake) so, as I had a couple of soccer games to ref, I plastered it with Deep Heat (or CVS's cheapo imitation) and trotted off to ref.
One of the teams didn't turn up for the first game so, as there were 13 people there (refs, players, coach) we decided on a quick game of 6 a side with me reffing. All went well until I decided to play the last 10 minutes at which point both legs decided I should act my sodding age. Fortunately my two assistant refs for the second game were fit and mobile and covered my creaking progress admirably. Having slapped on more ice at home and applied non-alcoholic beer (the placebo effect is remarkable), I slept well and woke up semi-immobile - I only had one game on Sunday and that was as sideline ref in a classic game (classic is the top-notch youth league). A hefty dose of hot stuff and some warm up exercises did no good at all and then my innards decided it was a while since I had been urgently called to the throne room and I spent the next couple of hours rapidly losing weight (once again I refuse to provide pictures). The show must go on so I changed into ref gear and drove Sam to JBL for the game. By now I was feeling my mortality and, when the game before ours ended, I went and pleaded with the refs from it to take my game off me. No such luck but fortunately there was a young guy hanging out at the park who had recently earned his ref badge. I lent him my shirt which literally fitted him down to the ground but Sam had his long sleeve shirt with him and lent that to him. I stood or sat and watched the game and was careful to make no sudden movements. I survived the ordeal and was glad to give up my pay for the game.
It's now Monday and both legs hurt like hell from the waist down - must remember to mention this to Ruth tomorrow.
One of the teams didn't turn up for the first game so, as there were 13 people there (refs, players, coach) we decided on a quick game of 6 a side with me reffing. All went well until I decided to play the last 10 minutes at which point both legs decided I should act my sodding age. Fortunately my two assistant refs for the second game were fit and mobile and covered my creaking progress admirably. Having slapped on more ice at home and applied non-alcoholic beer (the placebo effect is remarkable), I slept well and woke up semi-immobile - I only had one game on Sunday and that was as sideline ref in a classic game (classic is the top-notch youth league). A hefty dose of hot stuff and some warm up exercises did no good at all and then my innards decided it was a while since I had been urgently called to the throne room and I spent the next couple of hours rapidly losing weight (once again I refuse to provide pictures). The show must go on so I changed into ref gear and drove Sam to JBL for the game. By now I was feeling my mortality and, when the game before ours ended, I went and pleaded with the refs from it to take my game off me. No such luck but fortunately there was a young guy hanging out at the park who had recently earned his ref badge. I lent him my shirt which literally fitted him down to the ground but Sam had his long sleeve shirt with him and lent that to him. I stood or sat and watched the game and was careful to make no sudden movements. I survived the ordeal and was glad to give up my pay for the game.
It's now Monday and both legs hurt like hell from the waist down - must remember to mention this to Ruth tomorrow.
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