So how many of us have made plans to do something nice only to have a spanner thrown in the works and spoil them? I should be used to it by now, I mean here I am 80 years of age and I should have known there’d be a spanner lurking somewhere. This particular spanner turned the whole of the week into right pain. But hey I’d better start at the beginning.
We have had some odd weather up here so Saturday morning I said we were going into the city for lunch.
The drive in across the mountains was warm and we felt relaxed even talked about stopping off at Club Nautique for a drink on the way home. When we arrived, we found the city packed. The sun had brought out everyone to stroll around and sit at the cafes. After parking the car we also wandered round the streets heading towards the indoor market, with the intention of sitting outside in the square having a coffee and generally watching the world pass by. Boy what a surprise! The market was still there but the stalls which used to be outside in the square were gone, it was just a few coffee tables to one side now which didn’t appeal to us as the atmosphere was no longer there. Deciding we wanted a coffee elsewhere, we headed down past the roman ruins found a café and sat, like others, watching the world pass by. It was then I noticed it was getting near my time for food and tablets. So, we decided to head back into the Centre Commercial and a nice little restaurant we know. However, (and here we go) it was packed to overflowing, with ques waiting for a table. We had a wander round and found another restaurant, which as it turned out was my undoing.
I can’t say we were impressed with the food. My wife ordered a goats cheese salad only to have a plate of lettuce with a very thin slice of cheese on top and 4 little tomatoes. I had monkfish which I thought was under cooked but I ate it anyway, then we went home. I didn’t eat much on Sunday and that night I found out why.
I woke in the early hours in great pain, my stomach was not happy. I spent most of the night in the bathroom bringing up whatever I tried to keep down. I couldn’t even keep water down and the pain was agonizing. Eventually I managed to get back to bed but I was washed out, in pain and couldn’t get comfortable. Whatever it was just could not get past the tumor. Next morning my wife went to the surgery and made an appointment with the emergency Dr, as there was no way I was going to the hospital. I saw the Dr and it was then we worked out I had food poisoning, (process of elimination) hindsight is a wonderful thing. Phew that was a close one, I had visions of operations and such because nothing was passing that bloody tumor.
Now to add insult to injury I was due to have a vaccination that day and whilst waiting for the Dr I saw the nurse. I explained that I wasn’t feeling up to having the jab with my stomach like it was. But nurses are sneaky people, she asked the Dr if it was ok to give me my vaccination, Dr said yes (both ladies) and she promptly got the needle and that was it jab done… I asked if my wife could have hers (after all this is an older persons vaccination and hey share and share alike) only to be told my that my wife being younger than I am she would have to wait as they “were doing the oldies first” …. I should have taken Stanley Saunders with me he’d have sorted it out.
M D Bosc…… Author