darn

okay, so maybe this wasn't such a solid plan, after all. my bones did explode, now i've got a sore knee and an ibuprofen wallet drain. soon i shall have an ulcer.

i refreshed my memory today on why i don't like going to the doctor: wait 48 minutes to get 4 minutes with the doc, who tells me what i already know: i'll be fine, keep on doing what i'm doing, it was probably the skating and not the running. bleh.

so now i'll be limping through the airport this evening, and they'll probably flag me as a terrorist and i really haven't packed anything that's appropriate for cuban weather.