Something Afoot

Popped up the road to the hospital this afternoon to get a clean bill of health from my neurologist. It was a pretty brief appointment, with me affirming my sanity and general well-being, but not being able to get my driving license back. Gosh, they're tough on epilepsy in this country.

Ironically it's the other end of my body from the brain that's giving me problems at the moment. My feet are mildly killing me. Or, rather, my toes are. On both feet. They're sort of pushing up against each other and occasionally blistering in an unpleasant manner. I'm dealing with this in appropriately manly fashion by moaning about it whenever I get the chance. And The Missus is skilfully ignoring me. How well she knows me, eh?!