Forenote: I did actually write this four days ago. I posted it to my WordPress account (which has mutated somewhat since I last used it), lulled into a false sense of security by the invitation on the front page to make a new post. I typed it, edited it, tweaked and polished it, added a diagram, hit ‘publish now’ and was met with an error message and the complete deletion of all my work.
So I have sulked until now. Sorry.
My excuses for my lamentable lack of productivity of the verbose kind in the last six or so months are manifold. I shall, for anyone interested, regale you with them now.
1) I have a rather incapacitating herniated L5-S1 disc (lower back) that precludes me sitting in one position for too long;
2) Point (1) has resulted in a plethora of medical appointments and the incalculable amount of time involved in actually trying to procure these appointments.
3) The luxury boarding kennels esPerro, which opened after years of battling with building materials (hence the back) and bureaucracy (hence the attitude), are now fully up and running. This summer I have, therefore, undergone a time-consuming baptism by fire – not only due to the sustained and unnecessarily high temperatures endured in Spain this year, but also as a result of the clamber up the steep learning curve of dog boarding that has resulted in the need for many tweaks in design and the concurrent invention of new swearwords;
4) We have had no rain here for several decades (please note: this changed dramatically on Friday, following my penmanship on Thursday!!) and so I have been obliged to coax and wheedle and point a hose at our garden and crops for inordinate amounts of time that could more profitably be spent elsewhere;
5) Ryanair’s spat(s) with the Spanish aviation authority, together with the usual school holiday price mugging and exacerbated by the UK’s hosting of the Olympics, have conspired to render air fares at such dizzy heights that one is required to sell one’s first-born to afford them. The upshot of which is that John has been here in Spain to assist me practically never.
6) It’s entirely possible that I am a lazy bugger.
All in all, I find myself constantly juggling – my physical bits (to carry out the simplest of tasks, like drive, walk, bend to place dog food at one end of a dog and collect the output at the other, etc) without sending hot daggers of pain shooting through my back and various attached parts, and my time (to take account of feeding and cleaning schedules and medical appointments in far-flung places, all within the framework of the usual crap with which we are all beset). Oh, and the construction of two new websites, the groundwork of a new business initiative, the ongoing beading classes, the promotion of the new edition of Bitten by Spain (the book) plus a new anthology called Forced to Fly 2 (due out in October), of which I am a contributor (the rest of it is very good, though!), the redecoration of much of the house following the earthquake last year and so on and so on….
So writing has been relegated to the bottom of a rather large pile. That’s not to say that I don’t continue to write stuff in my head, as it occurs – that has continued apace. But it hasn’t got any further than that for some considerable time. And, on reflection, it’s probably as well, since a Venn diagram of my mind recently would probably look something like this:
But as I was lying on the magnetic resonance bed in the Hospital de la Real Piedad in Cehegín at 09:00h this morning (as I have done for the last five days and have yet to do for the next nine) for my rehab (-ilitación – but telling people that I’m in rehab gives me a small amount of twisted satisfaction), it occurred to me thus:
In common with the other walking wounded in this place, I am a captive audience. I am staring vacantly around at the cool and reassuring duck-egg blue walls, washed by the aseptic glare of harsh white lights which glint off various instruments of
torture physiotherapy. I am listening to mind-numbingly tedious radio emanating from a tinny silver globe, punctuated by the occasional squeak from the equipment interspersed with the odd involuntary fart (which hurts my back terribly, in that I am prone and inactive and the fart is not mine, and for some reason other people’s farts are hilarious and I am therefore heavily suppressing the mirth that desperately wants to burst forth at each apologetic little ‘blaaaat’).
Apart from that, I am terminally bored.
But then I realised that I have a notebook and pen in my bag.
Time to write. Tough luck, guys!
Comments on: "The Bitch is Back" (6)
whilst I genuinely empathise about the back (been there, had that – come to Turkey, brilliant surgeons, affordable and instant) I’m reminded of my army days when I’d come home on leave after a year or eighteen months to be greeted with ‘ Wot! ‘ome agen – when ya goin’ back!’ Felt really loved and missed. So, in that groove, glad you’re back – when’s the next post?
Next one? Blimey, I’m not sure that I should, now! While I’m charmed by your frankness, I’m a little fragile for the brutality. “Loved and missed” I was not expecting, but neither was I quite ready for the get-back-in-your-corner approach!! 😦
But seriously, I couldn’t honestly say. I’m hoping to get back to the once-a-week (-ish) routine but my life is probably too random to make such rash suggestions.
Errr – surgery? Really? Wasn’t actually considering that as an option …
Thank you for religiously reading and showing an interest, though, Alan xx
Poor you – knackered, in pain and alone. Still, the mutt motel is open so that’s something to be proud of. Carry on with the torture (er, physio). It will work (well, I hope it will) and get that pen out a little more often 😉
Thank you for your solicitude. I’m actaully feeling pretty blessed at the moment, given the utter devastation around me caused by the violent downpours at the end of the week – my house is still standing and we’re all alive!
Hope you feel better soon. If it’s any consolation, this post cracked me up. (And not because I’m a sadist enjoying your pain.) This is why we follow Bitten by Spain. Will wait patiently for next installment.
Does that make me the fall guy? 😉
(Or the fool girl?)