Blood today depends on which result you believe. Got up after just five hours or so, and the blood was 6.7. Piddled about for a good few hours before actually eating anything, and took the blood again just before we had breakfast, to find it had dropped to 4.9.
Yesterday was a lovely day – We cleared our minds of schedules, plans, all that stuff, and just decided to see what happened. We woke up early enough to almost catch low tide, and decided to walk across the beach-and-stones to at least Wiseman’s Bridge, and probably Saundersfoot. Just Because.
We were nearly at the beach at Amroth when d turned to me.
“Crap!” she said. “Sticks!”
Ah. Sticks. She was right. If you’re gonna do walking along the stones and boulders around here, you need sticks. Proper walking sticks, that act as a third leg and give you more stability than the traditional human being.
“Ach,” I said, not relishing the idea of going back to the cottage, working the door lock, getting the sticks and coming back. “We’ll be alright...”
Did I mention recently – Lesson 1: Listen to the wife – she’s carrying the family brain. Always.
We had almost reached Wiseman’s Bridge, and were making good progress. In fact, I’d paused to crack one of my interminable gags, when the buggerall-more-than-a-pebble I was balancing my right foot on...wobbled. My right ankle wasn’t at all happy about that, and bent practically double, all my weight resting on the bend for a fraction of a lifetime before I managed to take the weight safely on my left foot. A staggeringly narrow, super-blunted needle of pain shot from the pebbles, up my leg, changed lines to the Spinal Cord line, picked up steam and shot out of the top of my head. 17 and a half stone is of course a satisfying chunk less than 20 and a half stone, but all that weight, on an ankle bent a way it wasn’t evolved to bend, is still not a good plan.
At first, I’m not gonna lie to you, I thought I’d broken something. But fortunately (as the tide was rising and we still had a good few rocks to negotiate to get to the safety of Wiseman’s Bridge), I could quickly put weight on it. Nevertheless, after d had helped me to Wiseman’s, we got on a bus heading the rest of the way to Saundersfoot. At Kilgetty, she nudged me, and we got off, following the whim that said “Ooh, the Co-op!” We went in to pick up about three items...and came out with fifty quidsworth of stuff. Grabbed a cab (buses round these parts being something of an endangered species) home, and I went to soothe the ankle in a hot bath. Fell asleep – before I knew what had hit me, it was 3PM! Had breakfast, mooched around a bit with me leg up, then d suggested we go for a nap.
7.30PM!
Dinner was a kickass pork stir-fry, and now I’m about to kick d’s ass at Canasta. Scuse me, gotta go...
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