When I reflect on life, of my sixty two years on this planet I have asked myself the question “Who is watching over me?”

Numerous times in my life, more than I will divulge in these ramblings, my life or wellbeing has been in danger and I have come through it relatively unscathed. Mind you there are times such as now I have been given a warning which I will heed, hopefully, and learn from this latest episode which happened due to my stupidity. If I were a cat I would have used a few lives but now.

I have never sprained my ankle like this before. The pain and the shock of what I have done has well and truly sunk in, although they did not materialise at the same time. The pain in my ankle was instant, well after I came to rest from the fall. I remember lying slightly on my left side trying to grab at the rocks because I was not sure where I was or how far I fell. I looked down and saw my right leg in front of me and I looked to the left and saw my phone and retrieved it and slowly sat up. Then the pain kicked in. I moved my leg and toes and thankfully they still worked, but the fire began to grow.

I checked the rest of me and everything seemed to be in order apart from a few cuts and grazes. I was shaking, in shock I guess. I moved a few metres away to a shady spot and ate and drank and to ponder what to do next.

I really thought I was fucked, I didn’t think I was going to find my way back because the route I took was out of the question and the pain in my ankle was getting worse.

Life can change in an instant for better or for worse as we all know, so easy to say the words but you really need to let that sink in. Before my fall I took a few paths that lead to nowhere and to some dangerous terrain and I backed up quick smart because I realised the danger, I think I thought I’d beat anything presented to me within reason, I over estimated my abilities.

I’ve had a few nightmares about this fall. I’ve also asked myself what the fuck was I thinking in my dreams. My subconscious is obviously pissed off with me too.

Five days after the fall my foot and leg are still swollen, although not as much. I went to the pharmacy this morning and got a proper ankle support, anti inflammatory tablets and some cream and if I follow the directions all going well by the time I get to Istanbul I’ll be able to walk slowly but surely.

This blog that I write is no more than ramblings at times, but I enjoy it and I think others do too. I don’t care if anyone reads it, I do it for me to reflect on when the mood takes me and I’m pleased at times because some things I have produced are no bad 😊

I’m not ready to leave this life, in fact I have many things I wish to do but I’ll always be curious as to whom my guardian angel is. I have my own thoughts on that but I’ll keep that to myself for now. Oh and I have thanked them for the outcome of my latest adventure.