Three doctors, three different diagnosis and whole heap of prescription drugs later my suspicions have been confirmed. It turns out I do indeed have a rather nasty case of cellulitis. How I contracted it still remains something of a mystery. The most likely candidate would appear to be an insect bite. Still, whatever the cause I'll have to take extra care of my legs when out walking and scrambling in the future. As cellulitis leaves you vulnerable recurring attacks in the future.
At the moment I feel like an extra from The Great Escape. Although instead of shaking my trouser leg to release freshly dug soil from the escape tunnel, I'm leaving a trail of dead skin flakes in my wake. On the plus side the letter I wrote to win the boots, does show that I can occasionally write something that other people like.
Not that was something that Terry Pratchett, who sadly passed away this week from a particularly aggressive form of early on-set Alzheimer's disease, had to worry about. Despite being just 66, he leaves behind a massive legacy of over 70 books and will be fondly remembered for his hugely popular and enduring Discworld series. Not to mention the wonderful selection of witty and memorable quotes that left us. He faced his disease with great fortitude and dignity and the world will be a poorer place without him. Still to borrow a line from his book Reaper Man “No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away...”
He also said “It's not worth doing something unless someone, somewhere, would much rather you weren't doing it.” And it's with that quote in mind that I've uploaded a new short story to the blog this week. Now I survived the blitz (and didn't).