Not doing that again, she says, 'that' being scheduling anything for 5 o'clock. It's hard enough getting a cab at 4:30; at 6 it's impossible. I sort of thought I might be able to walk the two subway stops home after massage, but no. Various bits of my leg have seized up so badly that the massage only began to loosen them. (Hamstrings. WTF?) The taxi company's line was busy, my phone kept losing connection (damn Rogers), and I stood on Bloor St flagging cab after empty cab until one driver took pity on me. Getting a cab on Bloor is a bad idea anyway because parking is sporadic along its length so you have nowhere for a cab to pull into. But anyway I got home- or rather, to Loblaws and am now supplied with enough sherry to last me the month, one hopes.

I stopped taking water pills after the operation with no visible effect, but now my feet are starting to swell again. So I took one yesterday and promptly dropped almost a kilo. I may keep on with them until I drop the next three or four: which would be helped greatly by being able to walk distances again. Also helped if I'd stop drinking sherry and eating pistachios, probably.