Sometimes it's better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness

I asked diffrentcolours if he could give me a lift to my hospital appointment today. He's been to most of them with me, so I said I am conscious of how much work he has to do at the moment and it's fine if he doesn't want to hang around this time, I am happy to get the bus home, it'd just be helpful if he could get me there because it's a lot quicker than getting the bus.

He asked if this was the fracture clinic or physio (one was today and one's tomorrow), and when I said physio he said "So if I go along I get to see Becky?!"

We both really like my physio.

And this is probably the last time I got to see her! (D couldn't join me after all, but I did tell Becky when she commented on me being on my own this time that D had wanted to skip work to see her, which she did seemed charmed by). We expected this to be my last appointment and she was happy with my reports of how the last month has gone, including all the walking around Brussels (Pokémon Go told D that he walked like six times more that week than he usually does, so I would've as well).

When she heard about what I'm still having trouble with she added one new exercise, but mostly I'm just supposed to keep up with the ones I was (supposed to be) doing, keep weaning myself off the walking stick so I can use my white cane more again, all the stuff I was told last time. Just keep going. I'm right where I should be for 3-6 months into recovery, she said, and it's been just over three months.