Nearly a week has gone by since I saw the trauma specialist, so hows it gone? I obeyed his masters voice, actually rested for a full four days, took my medication as prescribed; oh, I forgot the hot and cold compresses, and went for a short walk each day. But that couldnt be helped as stated before, I had to eat!
With my knee seizing up it was imperative to exercise it, to keep mobility. And exercise it I did. At least once an hour, despite it's reluctance to cooperate, I put it through it's paces; bending it backwards and forwards. Pain is relative, more pain, more gain; actually not necessarily! Fate sent a German paramedic to the hotel, he expressed his concern over my knee, bastard!
Nothing is permanent, not life, not incarceration, and not my injury! I do feel as though Ive been shut up here, against my will, forced to relax and take life slow. Maybe I needed to, I sure as hell didnt want to, but bide my time I did; with grace and patience.
Back on the road at last, it was a fifteen hour ferry journey but the time passed fast enough, it´s amazing how a belly of beer can help you settle down and sleep on such a boring journey. There was doubt about getting a ticket, I didn´t worry; very few ships are too short on room to fit in a motorcycle. I only had to wait for six hours at the ferry port, a good lesson in patience!
Excuse the length of time with no entry on this blog. I have been continuing with my travel, please see:
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