Today I went to see my physio again. Actually, I've been going every week, since 7 April - the night when I'd sat at the PC too long, sent my foot and leg to sleep then stood up, unaware, and rolled my ankle.
It was just after six in the evening and Jim rang the physio practice and I drove myself straight over there. Luckily, my car is automatic and the injury was to my left foot.
First the strapping, then the x-Ray, then the big black boot held on with velcro straps, then the MRI... Now so many weeks later the news is good. I'm only to wear the boot for two hours a day and will be able to give it up next Friday, all being well. That means that I must do every exercise I've been set and spend 10-15 minutes a day walking - something that I've really missed.
They're a good bunch of people at the physio practice. I've been seeing James, who is physio to the Wallabies, and also Suzie, who works me hard and is delightful!
The existence of this very intermittent blog has been discovered by one of last month's Blogs of Note! He has been posting four times a week for years, so is very profilic - to say nothing of funny. The Badger's blog is Vienna for Dummies. So, perhaps, he will inspire me to write more frequently than has been the case so far.
As we settle into the winter months, we have finally succumbed to the need to install reverse cycle aircon. This will happen on Friday and we have a team of three Chilean blokes coming to make it happen. They've said they'll be here early, 7-ish I think they said. When I mentioned that we wouldn't have had our breakfast, the eldest suggested that I should be making breakfast for five, bacon and eggs would be good.
It should be installed by 1 pm, they said. But we will wait and see. Trouble is, I think that we won't need to keep calling them back to fix things, which is a shame as they are a trio of good guys.
Aircon, however, is only one of the services they offer so they may try to get their feet back in the door and line for breakfast before starting on ventillation and pest control!
All this means that by Friday evening we should be warm, instead huddled over an electric heater, swathed in blankets. Here's hoping, anyway.