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Oh the agony

I managed to fall over at my son's house, bruising my ribs so badly that I have suffered day and night since.  Two days after the fall I went in desperation to accident and emergency in Bognor Regis  where I had an x ray and was told I hadn't punctured my lung but that it was a very bad case of bruising of the ribs.  There is nothing you can do with damaged ribs apart from take painkillers but breathing is painful and don't get me on coughing or sneezing.

I went to Sainsburys looking for paracetamol but they had sold out.  What?  I went to Tesco's.  Same story.  Three pharmacies later I still had no paracetamol but had managed to buy some Ibuprofen, one box left on the shelf.  Selfish people in the UK are panic buying,  hoarding, while others, like me, who are desperate for painkillers are left without.  Heavens knows how they would have managed in the war.  Snowflakes.

Yesterday I took my damaged body and returned home to France.  Today  I am in more agony but it is Sunday so the pharmacies are closed and I am wondering what are my chances of playing in a tennis tournament on the 16th March.  Slim I would say but you never know.

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