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Had a tapas tour last night and went to meet my clients (two lovely couples from England) at their hotel. On the way to our first stop wandering down a cobbly narrow street my left ankle suddenly twisted and … OW! It hurt like a sonofabitch. But there was no way I wanted to cancel the tour so I hobbled my way through it. Actually had a great time in spite of the now very swollen ankle, though by the end I was having serious trouble walking. So I called Nog to come and meet me as I felt a bit vulnerable walking home alone. And here is the damage. The swelling actually doesn’t show up as much in the photo. There’s no real bruising but I can’t put any weight on it without a lot of pain. Dammit.
So, am sitting here looking at all these boxes and thinking what rotten timing. There’s so much to do and I can barely move around. But, I will go to my class at Agustín’s this evening. He’s a doctor, so if he says I should go get the thing x-rayed then I’ll taxi over from there and also get my port cleaning done, as that’s due this week. It’s always something…




Things haven’t been quite fun enough lately, so you can imagine how thrilled I am about going to get this contraption attached to me today. Will have to wear it for 24 hours (not sooo bad, I think the last time back in 2007 it was for 48 hours). Anyhoo, this is all a result of the