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I fell asleep watching an episode of The West Wing last night, and only found out about it when Gail woke me up at 4:30am to remove my glasses and turn the TV off. Knackered? I was exhausted.
The upside was that I slept until midday, as did Gail, with nobody else in the house. This may not mean much to some of you, but those with kids and perhaps regular visiting in-laws (think Everybody Loves Raymond), it was an absolute blessing. The house was silent but for the wind against the window and the mail as it dropped squeezed through the letter box and dropped onto the floor.
When we got up we had brunch; tea/coffee and bagels, then a long shower followed by a trip round to the newsagent for a paper and a bottle of Irn-Bru. Some of you may be salivating right now – please avoid dripping onto your keyboard.
I got the first 1000 words of Blood Ties down in the afternoon, and everything was looking grand. Then it all started to go wrong. After seeing Gail off to a photography job in Peebles, I put my dinner on and went out the back to feed the rabbits. As I stepped off the top level of our patio onto the bottom section, my right foot landed on the ridge of the step, buckled sharply to the right, and gave off a weird snapping noise. With my full weight over it, my ankle gave way completely and I fell to the ground, hitting my left shoulder off a wall and landed hard on my arse.
Sore? It was fucking agony. It was so sore I heard myself scream with pain as though it was someone else being hurt. I couldn’t stop myself. After a few minutes unable to move, my foot and ankle seemed to be all right again. I mistook this for it just being a minor jolt and as I got back to my feet I seemed to be all right again.
Not so. By the time I had finished my dinner I realised I couldn’t feel my foot, and it had swollen so much inside my trainer I realised the blood wasn’t circulating properly. I limped – not too badly – up the stairs and took my shoe off. I could literally feel blood rushing through my ankle into my foot, which blew up like a balloon. No bruising though, which I thought was weird.
After a terrible night’s sleep, by Sunday I was in the position that walking was practically impossible; getting to the bog from bed was a tiring task, and no weight could be placed on my right foot in any way. Going downstairs wasn’t even a consideration.
It’s extremely frustrating and annoying. I’m not sure if the day job is a tenable optional for tomorrow, but the leftover painkillers from when I had my leg problem were put into action. I took one at around 2pm today and it knocked me out for several hours. I lay down on the bed within half an hour of taking it, and woke up again around 7 hours later.
I tried hobbling to my desk and got 86 words down (lowest daily word count ever), but it was too sore sitting at that angle. The remains of the pain killer from earlier must obviously still have been in my blood because I couldn’t get my head straight to what I was meant to be doing.
It’s been hell. I’ve dropped thousands behind my word count and also the five article assignments that came in from my client – needed for Wednesday.
How quickly fortunes change.
Blood Ties (NaNoWriMo)
Blood Ties (Full Novel)