Anyway, a quick update on The Patient for those interested. There was a bit of a cock-up with transport provision for the first run at getting this fancy tendon support (i.e. there wasn't any), but the subsequent attempt this Tuesday was okie-dokie and The Patient is all all set to go. Except (at last) she's had some advice as to how much weight she can put on the busted ankle, and basically it's "none". Seems there's an oblique fracture along the tibia as well as dislocation in the actual ankle area, so hence the plate and the long healing time (or something like that - I don't watch enough hospital dramas). Anyway, that means she's basically no more mobile than before, and as the fancy support is not to be worn when a) sitting or b) lying down, in essence she's not using it at all anyway. Sigh. There is, as you may imagine, a certain amount of doom and gloom all round. Heigh ho, time will presumably take on its familiar role of "great healer" and I'll be looking back at this in wonderment and saying "hey, I forgot about that".
Meanwhile I chain myself to the kitchen (within sight of the workshop, dammit), plug myself into the old iPod and try and forget about it now... ;-)