My Egg Buddy

Wednesday night was the first league match of the season, the summer season that is, which is probably why I played for two hours in the rain. This much you know already and you know that I won, which was all the more thrilling because the girl I played beat me rather comprehensively last year so the win felt good. It was after the win that I felt not quite as good.

After playing for two hours in the rain it was time for a nice hot shower, which is one thing our tennis club does have. As I was luxuriating in the shower both over the gallons of steaming water pouring over me and the sweet win I had just procured I noticed that somehow a Cadburys creme egg had somehow got inside my skin and was know bulging out of my knee. I kid you not. A big egg shaped lump was sticking out of my knee. I screamed and showed a team mate who was convinced I must have hit it. I'll be the first to admit that I do quite often hit myself with the tennis racquet when serving and as I serve quite hard this is very sore and results in lots of bruises on my knees and shins. Wednesday I definitely did not hit myself. There was no bruising. Just the egg.

At the supper table after both teams had finished their matches I felt like the 'show and tell' as my egg shaped lump was examined and everybody offered an opinion, none of which made me feel any better. I left the clearing and washing up early to head home and, following the advice I'd been given, elevated and iced my knee. Yesterday morning the swelling had subsided but by the end of the busy day my little egg buddy was back. A quick trip to the chemist and I have some tablets and advice (rest and elevation). Do you know how uncomfortable it is sat here at the computer with my leg elevated. If my little egg buddy is still here on Monday then it's off to the doctors for me.

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