A quiet week. Just recuperating. My ribs are getting better and better. I can get through the day without painkillers now. I just take some before bedtime. So that’s progress. Though I still feel in not so great shape when I go out to see the goats. I miss taking them out of the pen. But I don’t have the strength right now. I couldn’t possibly keep Mio in check on the leash as it is now. Haha. So I miss the proper goat times. And the exercise. I was supposed to be getting in shape now. Instead I’m getting way out of shape. Oh well. I’m about ready to start the biking again. The powerbar will come later. And on a positive note, I’ve been getting the first real Danish cucumbers this week. They aren’t super quality yet, but they’re still better than the imported ones. I had some tomatoes a week ago or so too. I’m looking forward to the real good cucumbers and tomatoes being the mainstay of my diet again. And exercising again. And being out in warm weather with the goats on fresh grass. Gotta keep looking forward.

My brother is doing okay. Back to work and doing his dialysis. My parents are moving. To a new place close to where they live. It’s a ground floor apartment so it’ll make things a little easier for them. I’ll have to learn how to tind the new place.

Oh yeah and my birthday was Tuesday. I’m old. Wasn’t in any shape to do any celebrating, but I enjoyed the overflowing of well wishes on Facebook. All the nice people.

And so on and so forth. Let’s look at goats. And a little meme comparing me to Esther The Wonder Pig, a wonderful page on the Facebooks.

And videos.

And that’s all for this week, elks. See you in the next one.

It hasn’t been the best week. Specifically the last part. On Thursday I was happily running along with Palle, playing our little game. Where I run and he gets excited and starts running and skipping along. And I completely forgot how blind I am and that I can’t see stuff on the ground ahead of me. Like the trashcan holder thing. I tripped over it and fell down with my chest on the asphalt. And I heard and felt it immediately. The bone crunching sounds of broken ribs.

Or bruised or bent or whatever. It’s the third time I’ve had bruised ribs in a year or two. This is the worst, though. Right in the lungs. It feels like. The two previous times the real pain started the day after the incident. This time it was immediate. And excruciating. I somehow managed to get myself up and got the goats back in the pen. That wasn’t fun, I can tell you. And I couldn’t open the sliding doors. It just hurt too much. I couldn’t move them an inch. So this might impede my ability to visit the goats. I’m not sure how that will go. And my birthday is on Tuesday. I plan to spend it sitting completely still. Completely.

Well, things are getting a little better. Because painkillers. Luckily they are working well. Bringing down the pain from “worst ever” to around “same as last time”.

The only thing I can think of that has been a worse pain was when the pressure in my eyes was too high. That was a different kind of pain. And one that I couldn’t escape. This pain here at least mostly stops when I sit still. It’s sharper, though. I could barely get out of bed Friday morning. The pain was so sharp and overpowering when I tried to sit up.

But there you go. Nothing to do but wait now and it’ll get better. So it goes.

In other news. I spilled diet chocolate milk in my keyboard and it died. I still hope I can revive it. This new replacement one is annoying. It’s so thin, like a laptop keyboard. I can’t just go and get any old keyboard, I need specialised ones because of my eyesight. Apparently I can’t get the old model anymore. Annoying. But okay. Life goes on and I’m still lucky in many ways. Let’s not forget about that. And let’s not forget about the goats.

And videos.

And that’s all for this week, folks. See you in the next one.