Last I remembered was typing an email. Which at the time, I thought I was typing fine.
Next thing I remember, Neil was up, the ashtray was all over the floor, as was my squash.
I’d writtten this:
“I have not is really black include a plus will pus but what I what I what coming today tonight, I as I as gut7rtgx yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssvdcc”
It worried me more that I didn’t remember what happened than the fact my brain is going to go do-lally now and again. I guess that what Mr Frodo does! So I called the hospital and they said get down there. ECG, blood tests, Xray. Pretty much every test under the sun. 3 hours I was there. Nothing wrong. Phew. Was also pleased to find out that my tickly cough is just a ticky cough and not Mr Frodo getting ideas above his station of getting worse in the chest.
So, as the hospital is just a spit away, I got Neil to come back and give me a lift home. He dropped me literally just at the end of the path. On coming in the front gate, it was dark and I must have managed to fall over my boot laces. I fell full weight on to my right ribs. Bloooooooooooody hell. I didn’t know what to do with myself. Scuffed hand and knee, too. But I couldn’t get up. Fortunately, my phone was in my pocket and I phoned Neil again and he came back.
It hurts. A lot. Worse cos I have got this stupid tickly cough.
Today the sun is out and I am going to do little admin things. But not too much in front of the laptop. It will be a good day.