Out of action

There was a Greek general in the 1920s who was petrified of getting out of bed because he believed his legs were made of glass or sometimes sugar and would shatter were he to use them (unsurprisingly, he was not a successful general). Though not sharing his thoughts, that is how I feel, at least in one foot, since I had an operation on it last Thursday. I was warned by the doctor to put as little pressure on it as possible (hence the glass/sugar analogy). When that is unavoidably the case and normal pressure is imposed, I usually, out loud, exclaim my pain, in the manner of a Shakespearean character declaiming "I am slain." So, for the next three and a half weeks my blogging may become irregular as I live at the bottom of the house and the internet connection is at the top. Climbing a spiral staircase is not easy in my condition.