High life | 19 March 2011

I’ve got end-of-season blues. I know I say this every year, but this has been a particularly fun winter, with friends throwing goodbye parties, dinners and lunches since the beginning of March. My liver has done a Gaddafi and taken a brutal revenge on my body, and the right ankle is doing a Saif as I write; if I stand on it or, worse, try to walk, it feels like it’s going to feel when the ghastly Gaddafis get through with those opposing them.

I’ve had this lower leg problem for a year. About a month ago, I couldn’t stand it any longer and had an X-ray taken. The cartilage has done a Bin Laden and disappeared. Hence the pain as bone touches bone. And there was more news from the doctor. I’ve got crystals — not the good kind, but those that form because of congenital gout — and they are embedded where the cartilage once was.