Holiday is over, and I'm reluctantly reconditioning myself to the grey, grim weather of a dank UK autumn after the luxurious warmth, sun and sand of a week on the shores of the Red Sea.
In other news, had an appointment at Cheltenham Hospital yesterday for the last of the tests. And although it was a markedly unpleasant experience, the good news is I'm in the clear. August (and the weeks after) was nothing more sinister that a nasty infection.
I'm still trying to shake the after-effects of it off now, but that's just a matter of time. I'm very pleased and very relieved.
And, physically unrelated but I guess also health related, after spending most of September on crutches because of my ankle, that too has finally sorted itself out; I got back to karate last Saturday after about six weeks of not training, which I think is the longest I've gone since Covid. I skipped training again last night after the trauma of Cheltenham Hospital earlier in the day (I saw on camera bits of my insides I never want to see again, or every have another camera revisit) but am very much looking forward to training again next Saturday.
So we're pretty much back to normal, I think.
