Have another four weeks

Doctors this morning, she listened to what I have to say and then gave me another four weeks off. Four weeks, a length of time that scares me for so many reasons.

The weekend had been a bit of a daze for not good reasons, on Thursday I woke to find that my back had decided to fail me, I couldn't walk, couldn't sleep. Painful was an understatement, SJ had taken me to an emergency appointment where I'd been given fistfuls of painkillers and vallium, which made the pain go, as well as most of the weekend. At least by today I could move.

While returning home I spied an LX3 pointing at my bus stop (well, the one I get off at) and realised that it belonged to Red, he was duly invited back to the fish ranch for a cup.