My recovery from mu knee operation has been going so well - the physio told me on Friday that she thought I could even start to drive again within a week, taking it gently. Then on Saturday everything went wrong. A new family moved into my rental cottage and I looked out around 5 PM to see their small boy chasing Bonaparte across the yard and right out of the garden. I went out and asked his mother to tell him not to chase the cats, and waited for B to return. It was not till 11 PM, despite much calling, that he returned and I was so relieved that I rushed outside without crutches, reached for him and immediately slipped on wet gravel. I landed on my bad leg and could not get up. When my niece, who is staying with me, managed to get me into the house I was in agony and had to stay the night on the sofa as I could not make it up the stairs or even to the bathroom. Now, three days later, I am still in pain but I think the new knee is ok - the pain seems to be in the thigh muscle. I am going to try and make it to my physio appointment this afternoon if I can get in the back of the car.
I don't know who to be angry with - the boy, Bonaparte or myself! But it was just one of those things. I have put off the idea of driving for at least a week and I have promised everyone I will not try to pick up any cats again, inside or outside the house!
I don't know who to be angry with - the boy, Bonaparte or myself! But it was just one of those things. I have put off the idea of driving for at least a week and I have promised everyone I will not try to pick up any cats again, inside or outside the house!
