Title can be taken both ways – literally as I cannot remember the last time we had rain and metophorically as we are in the middle of a bad luck down pour.
Quick recap> tenants refusing to leave Bridge End means that the sale which has been lined up has been significantly delayed > agent and solicitor show amazing amount of incompetence further snarling up the process > too many things out of our control so we decided that one of us needs to get a job > clever Ian gets interview.
So Ian had interview on Monday 31st. We talked about the issues about him working away during the week etc and decided that although not ideal, as it would only be for a few months we’d just live with it. Ian gets train to Seville and hires car at Seville. The day started in a bit of a flakey way as the car hire people did not have his hire details and I could not call 0800 numbers from here. Luckily a quick SOS call from Ian to Jim and things were sorted.
Ian wasn’t sure if he was going to drive back from Marbella or not, as if he drove home he would need to get up at 6 to take car back to Seville. However at around 9 he was in Seville and realised he’d be home not long after 10 so decided to come home.
We had a nice evening together, went to bed and I fell asleep with the light on – got up to switch lihgt off with pins and needles and fell over. How lucky Ian was home. When I eventually managed to shout louder than his snores he picked me up and we looked to see what I had done.
Quick action with a bag of frozen sweetcorn reduced the swelling and I could move my toes, so I thought that it was a sprain. I knew it was something quite serious as the pain had actually made me sick (sorry for the detail), but thought muscle as opposed to fracture.
We discussed a bit what we would do as Ian still needed to get car back and we’d be facing a 80 euro fee if he went over the time, so we decided that Ian would take me to the hospital at 6.30 on the way to Seville and I’d get a taxi home.
I was treated very well and was exrayed within an hour. It started to go downhill then as I was told by a doctor that I had to stay in hospital until I was seenby a consultant. I still thought at thsi time that it was a sprain – or a minor break, but when they made me take off my clothes and put on a gown, and start to get details from me, I started to worry. The consultant then came and told me I had an ‘unlucky’ ankle with complete breaks of the bones. This still confuses me though as the x-ray showed three broken bones but the internet says that your ankle has two…. Anyway, surgery was on the Thursday and I experienced 6 days of spanish health service. An experience which was actually excellent, but I was glad to get home.
I have plates and screws fitted and two months on crutches to look forward to.
Anyway, I am writing this in installments so will write more over the coming days.
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