Fucking hell. Booked blood test appointments for both me and Peter about ten days ago, of course not knowing that on this particular day, and only for the time we’d be having to get from the house to the Health Centre, it would be totally bucketing down like fuckity. Got there totally soaked through and exhausted (had to get by with only one crutch so I could carry the umbrella) and then OF COURSE the nurse couldn’t find a vein. So eventually I got it IN THE HAND. Damn that hurts.

Walked out of the centre and it was all blue skies and I mean wtf. But whatever. Went for breakfast, came home and thought… well that’s Monday done (it was only 11.00 am). Turns out it wasn’t done, but there was no way I was going out again. One thing this one crutch plus umbrella experiment proved is that I really do need both crutches to walk outside. I mean, yes I can walk without crutches (like I do at home) and even outside with just one (like today) but the result of walking without proper support is that it fucks me up. At home I only have to get from one room to the next one, outside the streets are uneven, and I’m obviously walking for a longer stretch. And it really hurts.

Because while it also hurts at home, and I end up walking like a penguin, it only hurts from the living room to the bathroom, or wherever. Not the same as hurting for half an hour or more on a walk that should only take ten minutes. Avoiding the penguin walk also means I am able to walk correctly and upright and avoid doing even more damage to by back, hip and all those other joints. So… crutches it is. For the foreseeable…