Dear Itchy-hand G-d,

I was going to come here and bitch. I asked for luck. I didn't ask for my knee to give out twice in three days. I didn't ask to be lying on my kitchen floor, wondering if I'd have to stay there till C came home. I didn't ask to have to ice it, or wear a bandage to work. I really don't want to go to a physio.

But I'm not going to bitch. I heard on the news about the plane crash in Canada and am thankful you gave all the passengers my luck and nobody died.

When you have a minute though, it'd be nice if you could revisit my request.

Thanks.