What a dumb little injury, but how debilitating it is; I can't lift a coffee cup or open a car door, chopping vegetables for dinner required planning to line things up, and so on. I'm treating it with Voltaren tablets and gel, and Panadeine - using my arthritis arsenal. I see the doctor tomorrow morning. This means no biking - I couldn't possibly support myself on handlebars at present. It may also mean no sailing this weekend. Bah humbug.
Anyway, enough of my aches and pains. Today was Heather's mumblety-thump birthday and she's had presents, flowers, lunch with her sister Pam, and a dinner of crumbed gurnard, new potatoes, and carrots and beans, followed by a raspberry and yoghurt dessert. Not bad for an old sheila.