Oh hello 2023 with your 365 days of promise. I'm never one for saying that any one year was the worst but 2022 certainly threw up some spanners in the works.
In March I tripped on a dog (regular readers will know which one!) on the stairs, then he came back for more and whilst holding on to the bannister I slipped again, holding on with my left hand whilst my body ended up at the bottom of the stairs and wrenched my shoulder. Ouch you say, oof I say! That resulted in a series of tests and scans which showed up damaged cartilage, arthritis and rotator cuff tears. If you're going to do it, be sure to do it with a vengeance! Countless physio appointments followed with a couple of cortisone injections, the first one didn't make much of an impact and the second one hurt like crazy and seemed to be a step in the right direction.
Sadly that direction a few weeks later was A&E having fallen on a clump of cut bamboo and receiving 29 stitches in my legs. After the pain killers wore off I was understandably in agony and as my pain threshold is very low the local anaesethic injections were unbearable. Annoyingly I was told to elevate my leg for 72 hours so I was unable to go to New Quay. Add in a number of infections and reactions to dressings and you've got an idea of what a week that was so it will come as no surprise that I spent the week at home with the equally crippled Arthur and limped around for a week.
We got any to France for a couple of weeks which was nice and having not spoken French for a while so I conversed and was the spokesman. On the way home we popped to see Godmother Sam who now we know where she lives I will go and see and combine a visit to see Barrie and JoJo.
I had some lovely trips to Wales including a week in North Wales during the heatwave which was very different to a snowy and icy weekend with Mike in Bangor in December, I'm looking forward to more adventures in 2023 and beyond!
Anyway this is fast becoming a Round Robin so it's time to see what 2023 is all about.
Have a good one.