I don’t often get the chance to say that but omg this past weekend was nothing but wild, and not especially in a good way. Okay, mostly not in a good way. Let’s start at the beginning, when on Friday I slipped after mopping up after the electrician and landed BLAM on the wet marble hallway floor. Not good. I knew at the time I would be getting serious grief from my left hip and KNEES the next day and sure enough… I did. The hip pain was so bad that I ended up getting a taxi over to Urgencias, just for a (hopefully) quick Xray to check that nothing was broken. And phew! Nothing was. That left me enough time to taxi back to the centre and meet up with Ana, Simon & Sara who were here for a quick overnight visit. And it was fabulous.

Then came Sunday morning. The plan had been to meet another lovely friend, UK beer maven Melissa on the last day of her weekend birthday trip to Sevilla. They had also done this last year and loved it so much they wanted to do it again. It was all planned, we would meet them at Vineria San Telmo. Except… and the squeamish of you can turn away now… I woke up to find that MY POO WAS RED. Okay, not a bright fire engine red, more of a deep burgundy red wine colour. This was more than a somewhat alarming, especially as I’ve been waiting for another colonoscopy since mid-September after an earlier similar experience. So damn… what to do?

I was half tempted to just let it go for another day or two and see how things, um, developed colour-wise. But then I foolishly looked up “blood in stools after a fall” and, predictably, read all kinds of scary shit (sorry). So what the hell. The quick in-and-out experience of the previous day’s Going To Emergency experience gave me a deluded sense of optimism that it could happen again. Well, it didn’t. In fact, it didn’t happen big time.

(warning! it’s a long one)

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