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They forgot to mention that (almost) the only sight I'd see would be Manchester Royal Infirmary A&E ward.

My last CoRo gig in England, and I busted up my ankle taking a dive into the club. It was dark, and there was a step there that I missed. The management were complete pricks about it and so I'm off into East Grinstead in a minute to see about putting in a compensation claim.

Tell you one thing: it's not easy travelling from place to place when you're on crutches. Scratch that: it's not easy getting around on crutches, full stop. I'm a mass of pain.

However, there is a silver lining: CoRo have promised to come back to the UK next April. By that time, I should be fully mobile again, too.

I don't know when I'll be able to get to a computer again after this -- which means I also don't know when I'll be able to give you all my report on the CoRo minitour -- sorry! But right now, I simply don't feel up to stringing two meaningful sentences on the subject together...

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gamiila
Oct. 8th, 2004 07:35 am (UTC)
I always thought crutches were meant to be helpful little buggers...but they're not. They're horrible. They hurt my arms, I've got blisters on my hands, my shoulders are screaming with pain...on reflection, I'd say that they're even worse than the injury I sustained initially.
missmurchison
Oct. 8th, 2004 07:39 am (UTC)
Yes, I know just what you mean.

I remember explaining to my boss that there was no way in hell I was going to try to take a long trip, changing planes and traveling on a subway when we got to our destination, while on crutches, to give a 20 minute presentation. She seemed to think I was being a slacker!

I hope you don't have to do too much traveling on the damn things.