As part of the ongoing saga that would appear to be necessary to figure out what’s wrong with me, I had an exploratory laparoscopy on Thursday and currently feel like I’ve been kicked in the stomach by a giraffe.  Not a horse.  Giraffe have bigger feet right?  Or are they hooves?  We did discuss whether or not elephants can kick and decided that possibly they couldn’t.  And then there was some urban myth thoughts about giraffes being able to kill lions by kicking them.  Which apparently would not be an urban myth, but more of a rural myth, or a savannah myth…

Not only did I not get any conclusive answers, but I’m also not allowed to do any high impact exercise for at least a week!  You can imagine how thrilled I am about this…though to be fair, I can hardly walk around at the moment, so it’s not like I was about to jump on the bike anyway :(.  Still, I’m learning to appreciate tramadol… 😉

Hopefully I’ll be back on the bike beforehand, but if not, I’ll be doing the Christmas Eve mince pie run to Sweets come hell or high water! (*fingers crossed*, *touch wood*).  OK, so by then MaxiMe could probably ride there and back faster than me, but you have to start somewhere right?

Bear with me folks…normal service will (hopefully) be resumed shortly!