Last week, cycling by the river, I skidded and fell off my
bike, landing inevitably on my right shoulder, which has only just repaired itself
after I tore my rotator cuff in June. Then
I developed tonsils the size of melons and a sore throat so rough that I could
have sand-papered a forest of trees. That caused us to miss a festive Ceilidh. Finally, one of the unpredictable nerve pains
that I developed after my shingles outbreak, returned to plague me in the dark
hours of the other night. So hopefully, that’s
it. No more incidents for a while!
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