At breakfast time around 9:30 I popped into the local medical practice to see if the patholgy report on my ankle that I had asked for last week had arrived. It had so I arranged for it to be copied to my specialist.
Joe had arrived from Canberra late the night before looking bleary but he must have got a good night's sleep because he didn't pop out until around 10:30am.
My good immune system would have contributed to the eradication of the bacterium. Some people cannot defeat it and have to have their limbs cut off to stop it spreading. I was not looking forward to that possibility. I am rather attached to my left leg, even if it is a bit swollen at the moment.
To celebrate the good news I went to Muzza's pies in Coorparoo and bought myself a tomato & onion pie and a lemon slice -- at around 12 noon. Both were most enjoyed.
Then at around 12:30 Joe popped in looking very chipper. He asked if I wanted to join him for lunch at Hungry Jack's. They must have a bargain going at Hungry Jack's. But I had already lunched so declined with regret.
His flight to China took off at 4pm. A work visit only.
Then that night to celebrate a memorable day I went and got Anne and myself fish n chips from her local Greeks. It is beautifully done there and is one of our favourite meals. We had it with one of my remaining bottles of Barossa Pearl. I think I qualify as a real Ocker if I celebrate with meat pies, fish n chips and Barossa Pearl. Humble food but it is my ethnic food.
Kate and her mother arrived from Canberra about 11:00pm and I told Kate that the cats had been asking after their mother. She took me seriously and said they are probably just hungry -- which was a very motherly response. I shouldn't joke so much.
I eventually conked out after only one and a half gins and even missed my late night snack. Being wound up during the day must have tired me out. If I had kept awake long enough, I would of course have concluded my celebrations with a late night feast of Vegemite on toast.