I am suffering with Tennis Elbow. Yes, suffering.

Therefore. I thought I would save at least a months subscription at Tennis Club, and I was directed to my doctor to get a certificate which is what Tennis Club requires before they will release me from my obligation to pay them cash.

I told the Doctor about the Tennis Elbow and I was impressed by his expertise. He knew exactly what to do, and knew exactly how to make me grimace, before he went through the options.

He offered me an injection. “No Thanks”, I said.

But then he surprised me by asking me about my game.

“Is this relevant?”, I wondered.

I waffled a bit, blew my trumpet, and told him how good I was, but then he told me that he had played tennis with me at my club.

The penny dropped and I had to apologise for not recognising him, and maybe exaggerating my prowess.

But then he took my blood pressure and told me that I should get back in the Gym and get fit and come back in two weeks.

Don't you hate the Gym? I left without the certificate that would save me money.

The tennis playing doctor put me on the anti-inflammatory medicine that can give you Deli-belly, and I’m now worried about my body that used to be a temple, and is now an outhouse.

But I am not alone with my bodily malfunctions

These are my tennis buddies