From Odes to Homeopathy
My Achilles Heel
Like a bee behind a glass, head on, I churn away at the usual questions: where am I heading? This or that? On and on I bang.
The Achilles heel in my left leg has become thick and hardened, gets sore from walking, and in the mornings makes me hobble. The soreness is there since waking, a sore, hard, lump where the tendon should be soft and supple, elastic and strong, makes me move about like a duck.
I take Ruta 30, which, oh surprise! —never ceases to amaze me— walking is just fine.