A weekend of returning wanders

Jackie was first, jetting in from the Mediterranean.

Shaun and Myles came next, cruising home from the West Country.

Then came Kayte, limping in after a 29-mile charity walk.

And then finally me, I rocked up with my bat hand (still) having had some self-induced nausea that turned into a migraine.

I’m getting the low-down from Jackie on Wednesday.

I caught up with Shaun and Myles at the allotment on Sunday and Shaun didn’t get a look in. I heard all about the pirates and steam trains, and I met a tortoise (wood) while planting pumpkins and carrots.

And then Kayte 🤣🤣🤣 (this is sympathy). It was too funny watching her walk around, and then when she went downstairs 🤣🤣🤣! Way too funny. Her blisters, though 😳… I paid her a tenner. It’s going to Mind but it was all for the laughs.

On Friday, I woke up with my usual protesting stomach and I had a left hand that was a bat. I drove to work crying out every time I had to indicate, thinking ‘I need my hand back! I need some Ibruprofen but my stomach won’t like me for it’. (Me and my tummy that morning weren’t the closest of friends.)

Anyway, to cut out a lot of back and forth, I took 2 Ibuprofen and got my hand back. It probably took about 10-minutes before I was nasueous. Jesus. It made me want my bat hand back. By the time I was dry-heaving I’d a migraine.

So the lesson learnt: If my stomach is in protest and I feel even the slightest bit nauseous and at the same time, I’ve got a pain in a hand, in my head, on a leg, that needs a killer, I have to side with the nausea. I already knew I could deal with pain better than feeling sick and not being able to go anywhere with it, but this time I know it official.

That is, no doubt, until the next time I’m faced with this rather tough decision.

Tomos James


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