Sleepless in Curdworth

We didn't get a lot of sleep last night.  At 2 am this morning Kath and I were in A&E at the Good Hope Hospital in Sutton Coldfield. Earlier in the evening some abdominal pains I had been getting got worse and in the end we decided I ought to get checked out at hospital.  I didn't want to have appendicitis or something erupt when we were in the middle of nowhere on the boat. Such was the seriousness of our concern that I left half a pint of M&B Brew XI undrunk in the pub!!

I got interviewed twice, poked and prodded, asked to cough, and had samples of blood and pee taken. Then we had to wait, and wait, and wait while the lab deduced that my fluids were all in order and I had no infections to worry about.  Kath was falling asleep on the cubicle chair and I was pacing up and down like a pregnant father.

In the end they can't be sure what it is but it is probably muscular (me - muscular!?!, my six pack has long since turned into a Party 7*.) spasms and not anything to be immediately scared of.  So we got a taxi back to our mooring at Curdworth., stumbled along the dark towpath and collapsed exhausted into bed.  Rick was boat minding while we were away and not getting a lot of sleep either.

Then after what seemed like 5 minutes in bed the 7am alarm woke us to get us up and out to face the 27 lock summit climb into Brum.  And it was GREAT.  Tell you next time.

Yaaaawn.

*For the youngsters amongst you, the Party 7 was a rotund 7 pint can full of fizzy weak beer.