I’ve made it home from Scotland alive, albeit barely. The trip was absolutely fantastic, things were going perfectly, all was fun, giggles, and ice cream. But then I fell and I’m pretty sure my tail bone is broken, but I don’t have all the test results back yet to be certain. Ironic, isn’t it? I go away on holiday to get away from hospitals, to pretend if only for a little while that I’m not sick, and I end up injuring myself, going on the longest ambulance ride of my life, and spending a few hours getting to know the A&E unit (i.e. ER) at the Royal Infirmary in Aberdeen. Now I have my very own first-hand sour experience with socialized medicine! Whoopie!

    *sigh* My luck is really rotten and I just can’t figure out what I did to deserve Fate’s ire. I wish I could explain to you how the fall happened, but I’m afraid it’s all tied up in legalities at the moment and I don’t want to risk anything. I’ll just leave you with the simple explanation that my buttocks, my lower spine, and my lower back all hurt like hell, and for some reason unbeknownst to me, ever since the fall my legs have been quite swollen and painful. And last, but certainly not least, it appears that my much-needed upcoming surgery on December 6th won’t be so upcoming after all – the injury is serious enough that the operation will most likely have to be postponed. Wow! Isn’t my life just wonderful!? Aren’t you just SO jealous?!?

    Even so, I’m still glad I went, because overall the trip was a success, even if I didn’t get to do the few things that I’d actually written out on my list of things I wanted to do. I missed the really cool slides at the Tate Modern, and I didn’t get to go to the really cool castle where the majority of ‘Monty Python and the Holy Grail’ was filmed. But I did have a wonderful time with my friend Alastair, who was ever so sweet and took incredibly good care of me before and after I got hurt. He catered to my every whim, cheerfully fed me ice cream, chocolate souffles, millionaire shortbread, and all manner of delectably evil sugary concoctions. And best of all, even if only for a short while, I did feel normal, I felt alive, I felt like myself again. Unfortunately that got taken away from me sooner than it should have, but hey, when Fate is out to kill you, I guess you have to take what you can get, right?

    Hopefully I’ll have pictures up soon, but I have over 500 to sort through, so forgive me if it takes a little while. It’s a bit painful being on the computer due to the awkward position, so I most likely won’t be able to work through them as quickly as I would like to. And if you’ve emailed me recently and I haven’t replied, please forgive me – I didn’t really have Internet access up in Scotland and I’m still trying to get caught up. If you don’t get a response soon, be a lamb and send the note again, okay?

    I’m going to try and go to sleep now. Wish me luck.