We are home. The week is progressing. Landed late Friday night. Got up in time for an hour of karate Saturday morning, then had a gig Saturday night. No drummer so we did it as a three piece, which was a little different. Very drunk, enthusiastic crowd.
Sunday indulged in a lie-in and spent the morning with Nik, before heading off to sailing club to race the Laser in their summer regatta; Amanda and I had originally planned to rig and re-launch the Albacore, but she got hijacked by her in-laws. Poor Albacore has been much neglected this summer. Sunday evening, the band joined me at the club and we entertained everybody with a lakeside gig. The crowd were enthusiastic, but markedly less drunk than Saturday night.
Our usual drummer, Bean, was still drunk in a field at some festival or another, so we were joined by our friend Leah on drums. Her first gig with us, she was, as we'd expected, superb.
So went to bed happy and fit as a fiddle Sunday night, with nothing planned for the Bank Holiday Monday and the last day of my two week's leave, except a lazy day tidying up the garden and walking the dogs.
Woke up with backache and pain in the heel of my left foot. The backache happily faded as the day wore on, but conversely, the pain in my heel grew worse, to the point that by the end of the day I couldn't put any weight on it.
Tuesday was miserable and today is much the same. Happily, I can work from home so didn't need to head into the office. The dogs have been very helpful, generally getting in the way and trying to trip me. Navigating back and forth from the kitchen to fetch the necessary cups of tea to keep me going is taxing, each trip requiring inordinate amounts of planning and time to execute.
My guess is that it's Achilles tendinopathy, although I don't quite get how I did the damage. And I appreciate that self-diagnosis via Google has its pitfalls. Seems the only remedy is paracetamol, ibuprofen, icepacks and something called "rest"?
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