A couple of weeks ago I mentioned that I had rehung the front gate.

I didn’t realise it at the time, but I did myself a bit of a mischief.

I discovered the problem when I woke up during the night after, with an excruciating pain in my side.  Twisting and turning had no effect and that was the end of my night’s sleep.

I’m not one for trotting down to Doc on a whim, as sometimes his diagnosis is worse that the problem, but I suppose that’s what you get for attending a vet.  I diagnosed myself – bruised rib.

For the last couple of weeks, I have been dosing myself with strong pain killers before going to bed, and re-dosing myself during the night.  The result is that I am somewhat dopey during the daytime, with a combination of lack of sleep and a hangover from the painkillers.

Then my laptop decided to develop a sort of empathetic rib pain and it started down its own road of agony, in the form of a very noisy fan.  

So for the last little while, my laptop and I have suffered in silence.  Well, I say silence, but that fan was fucking noisy.

The laptop is back from hospital now.  They decided that there was nothing wrong with the fan [apart from the fact that it was making a noise] which I found a little irritating.  They did however clean the machine out so at least it is a lot cooler, and I have to go back to using the hotplate to boil a kettle.

I had a really good night last night.  I reckon on about eleven hours sleep with only two painkillers so I’m feeling a bit livelier today than I did yesterday.  The laptop is working perfectly with barely a whisper, but as with the ribs, I daren’t move it in case the racket starts up again.

In other words, everything is sweet and dandy.

Provided that is that I don’t move anything.