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

After work, D and I biked to the vet to pick up Gary's meds.

It's the first time I'd been further than a pub that's handily nearby and connected to an off-road path for us. The vet is actually on the same path which made this a feasible next step for me and my ankle recovery after we've made a couple trips to that pub so far this late spring/early summer. I think the pub is about a mile away, the vet is about two.

And since the pub is on the way, we stopped on the way back and had a couple of drinks. I had a pale ale I actually liked! D had an alcohol-free beer that seemed as good as any alcoholic one.

On a day when I've been trying to articulate all the problems my ankle has caused me for the purpose of the PIP review, it was a relief that my ankle has mostly behaved itself and let me do a bike ride without much consequence. It's a little twinge-y now at bedtime, but lately it's been worse on days when I've done less!

I'm finding the PIP/ankle stuff really difficult on my mental health. I'm not going into huge amounts of detail and I'm not expecting any more points from it. But I'll be damned if I'm not going to answer their questions fully. It has had a big effect on my mobility and a compounding effect on my pre-existing disabilities.

Also even my testosterone is a new medication since the last time I did the form, so I've gotten to talk about that too, heh.