Friday I wake up feeling decidedly off. My partner brings me hot water and I get up to make breakfast and take my morning meds. I am feeling rotten and all I am good for is doing the days crosswords and reading snippets of a newspaper. I write a quick verse that sums me up this morning.

557
I’m furious 
I fell over.
One step
was one step
too many.
Now I have 
a strained calf.
So I am immobilised,
Limping like
a matchstick man
down a painted street.
Another hurdle
in the pursuit 
of wellness.
Hobbled and trapped
I rage silently 
and try  to 
learn to hop
in a compulsive
urge to live
normally. 
It feels like time 
is running out.

                                                             557 04-09-2026

                                                     

I have a lunchtime roll with my partner and try to settle down, My partner and eldest daughter go to the gym with a plan to go to the theatre afterwards. I see them off and then tidy up a bit, shower and do my nails. Feeling clean but with a gut that is decidedly off I rest for a while before making a dinner of tuna pasta and watch a Millie Bobby Brown fantasy film. I wait for Tesco to deliver and as I wait I draft the blog against a background of the British Open snooker tournament and later The Dark Knight. Night meds and then bed.