The post-hospital visit euphoria continues and I go straight to a local gym and sign-up for three months membership. I hate gyms, and as soon as I can sail I will not set foot in one again, but I realise some urgent attention is required if my body is to regain some semblance of normality and function.
I take she who must be obeyed for a celebratory lunch, with a plan to return to the gym later in the afternoon. We order a rather large pizza and I eat most of it. She then wanders off to the cake counter and asks me if I would like an expresso, which seems like a good idea to settle my distended stomach. She returns with an expresso cake which is something I do not need, but it tastes so good that I reject her offer to share it.
Back home and within an hour or so I am drinking Alka Seltzer and moaning quietly on the bed, clutching my stomach. So much for going to the gym. Still, I recover sufficiently to enjoy a lovely sunset and decide that the first day of rest of my life, including a gym visit, can start tomorrow.