I’m being good. I’m being sensible.

“Just don’t be silly,” were the last words of the surgeon as he popped in to check that I was still alive after the surgery.

So I’m being good. I’m being sensible.

But it’s so boring.

I am being limited a bit by the pain, and between that and the party over the back wall that was still going after 1 this morning, I didn’t get much sleep. But still, I have tried to be up and about as much as possible. And once I’m up and about, I want to do more. And then I remember about being good and sensible and I head back upstairs (always fun) and lie on the bed a bit more.

But it’s so boring.

Tomorrow, the bandages can come off and then on Tuesday, I’ve been told I can do a quick 10km or so. In the car.

In the meantime though, I’m being good, I’m being sensible.
Thank god for the curling…