I've had an injured shoulder for around three years now (a suspected torn rotator cuff). It's a right old ball ache, but life goes on, right?
The first week that I noticed the injury, I'd been popping anti-inflammatories prior to working out, to help myself get by. I foolishly thought that if I was able to quell any soreness in the area, it'd allow my body to heal itself somehow.
Before commencing a workout one particular evening (many years ago), I decided I'd pop into the Tesco that's beneath the gym, to grab some painkillers — in an attempt to loosen things up. I was desperately looking for a way to take my mind off the agony.
The packets were a measly 32p, so I thought I'd stock up on a few boxes to ensure I wouldn't have to keep coming back. I chucked a few things into a basket, and queued for the self-service checkout.
The contents of the basket was as follows:
- 5 boxes of Ibuprofen.
- 1 box of Nytol.
- 1 bottle of mineral water.
- 1 Twix Xtra.
I thought nothing of the items that I was queueing to buy . . . nothing that is, until the alarm bells started ringing on a packed Tesco self-scan.
"You...can't have more than two boxes,"
Said the Tesco employee, with a troubled look on her face.
It only then dawned on me: she thought I was gonna go and do myself in.
In her mind, the Twix would be my final hurrah to the world, before the long, good Nytol.
I went red. Left the boxes, and just opted for the water.
(And the Twix.)