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…