Mid afternoon a person who may have been a young doctor came and in around about way told me they don't know what's wrong with me but I can go home.
I smiled at her and told her that actually I couldn't. They rushed me off in an ambulance with no forward plan to get me home again.
So I had a ride home in a taxi, which will have cost Bendigo Health a few bob.
The taxi driver was an Indian, a lovely bloke. We chatted away about all sorts of things on the way back.
Catherine has looked after the birds perfectly, I just had to run the scraper over the perches and fill a couple of drinkers.
I'm not right, but I don't think there's anything seriously wrong. I'm just in a fair bit of pain. And pain is good. It's natures way of telling you to stop doing that, whatever it is.



