Early Autumnal Rant Edition One

I've never had an injury that has kept me out of the water. The sort where there are waves and you look at that knee or that ankle or you rub that back or that shoulder and simply have to accept your current physical limitation.  No, my hobgoblin has always been circumstances.  It has always been geography or schedule or, most lamely, the mental state.  Until now.  The torrent of rage, shame and  desperation that swirls around the head knocks almost everything out of joint.  I am no good at not moving.  I am no good at not doing something.  I've got too much nervous energy for that, too much Qi jumping round the joint. I am the half eaten sandwich perched half-eaten and ineffectual atop the car.