Hors de combat

Hors de combat (French: [ɔʁ də kɔ̃ba]; lit. ‘out of combat’)

I have been out of action for a couple of days. These days, I don’t often get migraines, but when I do, it’s a doozy. Sorry about the radio silence, but I was barely functional. Nurse Mouse was supervising me throughout, so I was in good paws, even if it meant that the available space in the bed was somewhat reduced… I’m through the worst of it now, so normal service will resume shortly.

I’m watching you. Lie still and be good.

Mouse appears to feel that the overtime he put in merits double helpings of frozen chicken necks. We are in negotiations…

I’m also doing something about the endless time this ankle is taking to heal. Tomorrow I have an x-ray and ultrasound scheduled, with a referral to an orthopaedic surgeon in the pipeline. My doctor agrees that it’s taking too long and is still too painful. In a sense, a swift spot of surgery would be welcome if it means reducing the endless hobbling about. We shall see.

Funny. I can be endlessly patient when I’m making stuff, but when it comes to my body mending itself, I’m constantly wishing things would just get a move on.

So, just a bit more Hurry Up and Wait…