“The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry”, eh? The road ahead for me was looking good. I had some downtime booked in November and a short road trip away. It was a trip I had been planning to take since January 2018 and I was really looking forward to it.
I say was. Past tense. All the planning that had gone into the trip, road route, accommodation, co-ordinating contacts, buying equipment all ended up counting for nothing when I had a accident.
The injuries I sustained in the accident mean I am no longer fit to travel. In fact I am struggling to make it as far as the bathroom, never mind venture out into the English countryside. For the first week after the accident I was pretty much confined to bed. I slept a lot of the time, but as someone who is used to being ‘out and about’, being confined to one room was torture to me. For one of the few times in my life I could say I was bored.
The upshot of it all is I will be out of circulation for around six to eight weeks. That changes the road map I had set myself quite a bit. The disruption has cut across all aspects of my life and things I had very much taken for granted have become huge challenges to be conquered.