Wow! How did the last 4 weeks flash by so soon? Such a pity I wasn’t flashing around too; far from it. Just when I thought the bad of 2019 had gone, I go and find myself on crutches, on painkillers and relying on my hero husband to look after me. I got out of bed one morning to find myself in excruciating pain in one foot the moment it hit the floor. Two days later found myself screaming out and crying in pain. Never, ever, had I experienced such agony. Believe me when I say it was worse than giving birth. At least that is normally over within 24 hours.
Dave promptly whisked me off to A&E. An X-ray thankfully revealed nothing was broken; the physician deciding it was a bad case of extensor tendonitis and would take 4 to 8 weeks to heal. Prescription: as much rest as possible and keeping off the foot, morphine for a couple of days then painkillers/anti-inflamatories until better. You’d think being confined to bed for a couple of weeks would entice me to indulge in plenty of reading, but nothing of the sort. The drugs made me sleepy and the mind wasn’t in the right frame.
So, here I am 4 weeks later, on the mend, upgraded to walking sticks and able to hobble about a little and this weekend did manage a slow shoe shuffle around the supermarket with Dave. Slow being the operative word. I might be moving slower than my 94-year-old mother (according to Dave) and still going upstairs on my hands and knees but I’m getting there.
Dave has been marvellous, cooking (not that I had any appetite), up and down the stairs with coffee/tea/treats/newspapers, shopping, coping with the washing machine and tumble drier but he couldn’t handle the vacuum cleaner. That ended up being thrown down the stairs in temper because he couldn’t get it to start. I’m now the proud owner of a new one – vacuum, that is, not my husband. I wouldn’t change him for the world.
Now for a happy story. Are you sitting comfortably? About 4 years ago fellow artist Janice Foley’s garden was frequently visited by a blackbird who had no feathers about his head and was thus given the name Baldric. His visits spawned a host of paintings by Janice, knitted toys and other items, and prompted her to publish a charming children’s book telling of his adventures. It even led to him having his own page on Facebook (Baldric the Blackbird ). His adventures are being turned into an animated film, the opening chapter of which I am thrilled to be able to bring to you with Janice’s complements. I think it is delightful and hope you do too.
And, of course, it being December, Christmas is almost upon us, so what better moment for me to wish you all a Very Merry Christmas and hope 2020 brings success, good health, happiness and peace to you all. I’ll sign off with what is my favourite Christmas carol. Sung in German (and no, it’s not me singing!), it brings back so many happy memories of my childhood German Christmases thanks to my mother and Oma. It is the only carol that brings tears to my eyes, this year especially so.
Enjoy your Christmas and see you next year.