So you're on four legs now is it, laddie? What happened? You get bit by a centaur? I was a bit worried when you painted it a little too lifelike and personal as if the combat t'were yer own aesthetically adept self. Careful or you'll end oop a right hoofer in the Brighton Follies, Jimmay!
I imagine that flu jab to be the antidote to break the spell -- turn ye back human, eh? Well, hope ye didn't pass oot when ye came face to face with that ol' needle. Hobbled though you are, you're still getting around and that's an inspiration.
"Not a bit is wasted and the best is yet to come. . ." -- remembered from a dream