I'd forgotten how annoying crutches are.

It's the same damned knee as two years ago, too, so I'm liable to be hopping around for a while. Then more physio - I can't wait. I've spent the last fifteen minutes trying to convince Jean that she thinks a limp is sexy. She keeps laughing at me.

I suppose that once I get the hang of the crutches again, I'll be in overcompensation mode because of all the things I can't do for a few weeks. These are the times I invent whole new categories of paperwork - and get very creative with the Danger Room scenarios. Everyone on the team may hate me before September comes.