I've been a bit slow to write about this because I didn't want to worry people. But a lot of you will realize something is up when I do not turn up for church tomorrow. The fact is that when I left the quiz night on Wednesday I had a bad fall trying to walk up the hill to the car park. Fortunately one of the other people leaving the venue was a nurse and she gave me first aid while an ambulance was summoned.
After a few hours in the ER at the Royal Hobart Hospital, they patched me up and gave me a bed for the night, letting me go home the next afternoon.
I'm not in any pain, but the left side of my face is like a jigsaw puzzle where they glued me back together. Oh, and I had a spectacular black eye the next day. I don't think I'll ever forget the moment my head hit the asphalt -- I thought for a second somebody had hit me on the side of the head with a cricket bat.
So if you don't see me around for a week, you'll understand why.
Recuperation day 6. Can't remember the last time I spent the day in bed, but as my Quaker friends would say I felt a leading to it. A selection of snacks on the bedside table, listening to the radio, reading my e-mails, dozing off every now and again. As necessary go out and visit the bathroom and/or make a hot drink. My left eye is coming good and I can now look in the mirror and see myself in 3D - not that this is a pleasant view at the moment. I no longer feel like I am wearing a Phantom-of-the-Opera mask over the left side of my face.
This morning I fed the poultry in my pyjamas. How they got in there I'll never know!
(You need to be a Marxist to appreciate that joke.)
Tuesday evening I ventured out to the quiz night. The other members of the team surveyed me thoughtfully and muttered things like "Well, you certainly did a job on yourself." When the quizmaster read out the scores halfway through, she commented our team might have done better but one of us had suffered a head injury! There were eight teams and in the end we finished fifth with 78 points; the winners were the Dawdlers who belied their name by coming home with 84 points. But we did win a bottle of wine for solving the puzzle question and I got 9/10 for the Art & Literature round. So not too bad.
I came home and made a cup of Nerada Detox tea. A blend of Dandelion, Lemon Verbena and Milk Thistle with a dash of Senna and Nettle.
July 11th I went to the eye clinic for a follow-up exam. An orbital fracture sounds like something you worry about at NASA but my doctor doesn't seem to be worried about it. I had lunch in town then went home and took a nap; I didn't plan it, it just sort of happened.
In the evening, I got a big tray of snacks and drinks and settled down in front of the laptop to watch the first Garrison Keillor show any of us have seen in years. Thanks to the Mandolin site for streaming it.
Temperature in my house in winter seems to sit on 40 F during winter according to my old thermometer, which I think is 4.5 C -- but then I live in Tasmania.
Watched two movies on-line.
ANGELS OF TERROR (1971) was the last of the long-running series of Edgar Wallace movies made in Germany. Karin Dor was no longer starring, but Uschi Glas makes an acceptable substitute. An Australian woman arrives in London to search for her sister who she finds is involved with a drug ring. The gang itself is under attack from an unknown rival, who is methodically assassinating them one by one.
FOR A GOOD TIME, CALL... (2012) adult comedy about a girl in New York who discovers her room-mate is running a phone-sex business. After her initial revulsion, she is tempted to take over the business and (as they say in the classics) hilarity ensues. This is actually quite funny and both Ari Graynor and Lauren Miller Rogen are fun to watch. An independent movie that had its premiere at the Sundance Film Festival.