Trying to cut back on the painkillers very slightly - because the boys don't really like it when I'm a drugged up mess.
The general effect seems to be that I just sleep all day, though. After convincing John that they could leave me and get some fresh air - I wasn't going to keel over during their brief absence. In fact, I don't think I moved - just slept. Tried to watch the bike racing from Assen - MotoGP etc. every time I woke up everything had changed - from positioins to entire races. I didn't have a clue who did what in the end.
Might try and get someone from work to bring some stuff home for me to do. I don't know. I've got some catching up on open cases to do. Have neglected some things since working on this op. And someone has to come and take some nice snaps of me, for the evidence file. I've got a lovely seat-belt shaped bruise across me, some pretty amazing colours where the door caved in and did my ribs (I think that's what happened) and my knee is very slowly deflating - but again, spectacular colours. Still inconclusive on the x-rays, so they're just waiting for the swelling to subside more and then I'll be allowed out of the brace and have to start getting some movement back.
I feel like since I got the bloody bike the world has conspired not to let me ride it. Danger, you and I are going somewhere on it soon. Somewhere far away. A proper ride.
Thanks for all your kind messages - and glad you were all laughing at Sal and I. Although I still maintain it all made perfect sense at the time.
Sal was released a few hours ago. She's very happy, gone to stay with her sister and nephew and niece for a few days. No doubt she'll be bored and visiting here often, so feel free to leave her messages.
The biggest risk to my health currently are the hounds. They just love getting under my feet, bouncing around, trying to climb on me etc. Almost as much as Sherlock does.
John's being amazing - helping me shower (it wasn't much fun), feeding me, taking care of me, plus looking after the boys. Whatever you're paying him, Mrs Holmes, it's not enough.
Oh, just noticed, this is apparently my 100th blog post. We should have some sort of blog-party, right? I'll bring the hallucinogenic drugs. Someone else sort out the hats and the booze.