Falling Apart at the Seams

I'm having a bad day. First off, my body is falling apart at the seams. I guess this means I am officially an Old. Let's take it from the top shall we? A head to toe inventory of why I will be crawling into bed as soon as I get home:

La Cabeza: Have you ever had a migraine? They suck the life out of you. I get them sporadically without any seeming rhyme or reason. I read somewhere that red wine, aged cheeses or chocolate can bring them on. Unfortunately, these three things comprise a large portion of my favorite things to eat list. Along with the headache that is begining to turn into a full blown head tornado is the fact that my allergies appear to be kicking in as well.  But wait, it gets better.

My Tummy: Taking an extra strength Excedrin on a stomach full of nothing but coffee is a bad idea. That is all.

My Legs: For the past few weeks I've been trying my hand (legs?) at running in a (very) misguided attempt at training for a half marathon at the end of September. This will  probably not be happening since everything below my hips have rebelled against me.
    Two weeks ago my left knee informed me that it hated this new running routine and would be swelling up in protest. Screw you knee.
    Then, last Friday as I was taking Marlowe to the dog park I took a wrong step and mildly sprained my ankle. At the moment it hurt, but the full effect didn't really hit me until a few hours later when I stepped out of the car after a 2 hour drive and realized that yes, my ankle really hurts and has swollen to the size of a golf ball.
   For the rest of the weekend I carried on like a delusional masochist trooper, and spent the next day walking limping around the city with my brother and sister. I'm certainly paying for it now since the last I checked my ankle is still the size of a golf ball and very sore.

Does eBay sell replacement body parts? No? Well they should.