... heck, I wouldn't even want to give it to you.
A week last Saturday, the 22nd September, we were getting ready to go out walking when, suddenly, I started shivering and shaking ... and I decided at 10.00am in the morning that bed was the best place for me.
I was soon fairly delirious apparently and violently sick at one point.
Over the next 24 hours I had a visit from two Emergency GPs [one in the middle of the night it seemed to me but who knows] who put me on oral antibiotics.
By 10.00am the next day, Sunday, the 23rd I was still poorly so I was whisked off to hospital in an ambulance ... and I just didn't care.
I had contracted cellulitis, an infection, in my right leg [the one with the lymphoedema] and I was in hospital until I came out on Wednesday, the 3rd October.
That is eleven days or thereabouts and I was pumped intravenously with antibiotics. The first lot I proved to be allergic to ... so they had to start again.
Well, I don't want to go into too much detail at present. I just wanted to let you know I hadn't deserted you.
As you can see from the photo below [taken and supplied by Jamie] I wasn't quite my usual bouncy self when I came out ... but I'm taking it easy now and feeling better each day.