Seriously, still on crutches. Well, not at home. There I can shuffle from here to there in a slow and somewhat easy-ish if slightly painful manner. But out on the street I still really need the crutches I borrowed last week from Agustín’s wife, Elena. Weirdly, I find walking hurts my right hip more than my sprained left ankle, which is why I am still using two crutches – I can’t figure out which side would benefit more from just using one!

And so… I have been way too much on my feet this past week, wandering about town, as well as up and down stairs (and tall ladders!) at home. Some people have told me to stay off my feet as much as possible, others have said that gentle use of the ankle will help rebuild its strength. All I know is that I’VE HAD TO GET THINGS DONE. And so I’ve done what’s needed doing, hoping that I haven’t done any irreparable damage to my lovely left ankle, which I love so much…

This evening I have another tapas tour, and an English class at Agustín’s before it, so at least I can ask him to have a look at my ankle and give me his opinion (a week later). Which I hope won’t be that I’d be mad to do the tapas tour, cos well, I kinda have to do it. I think I have to be the most impatient patient ever, which I also discovered after my various cancer ops – I could never “take things easy” as ordered. I was always out and about as soon as I could manage it. Could be that I’ve f*cked up my ankle for life by not sitting around on my butt for the past week, but I reckon that if there is any real damage done then it’s already been done – and tonight I have to work! Will put leg up tomorrow if I have to…