I regret to announce that I am presently unwell. Last Thursday the 2nd June, I felt a pain on my left shin. It was as if I’d knocked against the metal bar of a desk. Within a few hours, the whole shin bone felt broken, and I had an uncontrollable fever. I woke next morning with a stiff and swollen left leg. My doctor prescribed oral antibiotics. By Sunday evening, the condition was continuing to worsen, and my wife took me to the local hospital, where blood tests were taken and I was given an injection of antibiotics. I was told that I had been about to go into a terminal decline from blood poisoning.
On Monday the 5th June and Tuesday the 6th June, I was given progressively larger injections of antibiotics. These seem to have stabilised matters, and I have now been fitted with an antibiotic pump and sent home. My wife is now worried that my leg has started to swell again, and that the antibiotics may have stopped working. I feel very weak, and am in pain, and am going off to lie down. If she still doesn’t like how things look, she will take me back to the hospital at midnight.
I suspect – or hope – that I am actually past the worst. It is simply a matter of resting and waiting. However, I have been at death’s door for several days, and would be more alarmed if I were more my usual self. On the other hand, I have lost more than a stone, and look forward to trying on some of my older suits.
This explains why I have been so inactive during the past week, and may explain a continued silence for the next few days at least. I hope to write at greater length when I am recovered. It would be helpful if my various friends were to wait on further announcements rather than calling me.