Highways and Byways

Braving high winds and stunningly dramatic hail and rainbow storms lashing the banks of the Forth sister Margaret and I arrived sodden, freezing and bedraggled to find our hero oblivious to all but his dreams.
The lovely Dr Esther with the dulcet Irish lilt came over to talk about the uncommon coagulation properties of our hero's blood. It's idiosyncratic nature gives it a propensity to clog up the major veins. The consequence for him is acute pain, predominantly in his right leg. The challenge now is to keep the blood flow thin enough to travel back up to the heart, to avoid all the traffic jams on the main arterial highways. Plotting a map through the narrow lanes of Connemara rather than M6 to London is proving a might more difficult than expected.
Though the cancer locust continues to consume all in its path, the immediate goal for comfort depends on treatment and prevention of deep vein thrombosis. The Inoxiparin regime starts again tomorrow if the Warfarin is sufficiently out of his system.
The good news is that gastric rebellion is being quelled with the aid of an anti nausea drug administered through a shunt - a clever piece of engineering that is a bit too fascinating. The fidget factor in the psyche of all men may well see it taken apart before the end of the day.
Corn flakes for breakfast and at lunchtime, a small helping of "really good" chicken pie and ice-cream with custard for afters, brought roses - all-be-they miniature -, back to his cheeks.
However, the biggest boost into a state of wakefulness was the evening discovery of Sky Sport on his overhead entertainment centre. Just in time for Manchester V Blackburn game. The Scotsman crossword was put on hold' would you believe. No competition.
Thereafter,surrounded by his ministering angels and the compelling aroma of toast, he sat back on his virtual saddle and set off to fight bandits in the company of Clint-High-Plains-Drifter-Eastwood.
Gleneagles eat your heart out.
Nighty-night.