I was bitten half a dozen or so times by some horrible insect at the weekend that's subsequently left left me unable to walk around comfortably. I'll spare you the various symptoms my body went through as whatever toxin it through my body, but none of them were pleasant. Most have disappeared now, but I've been left with this infected leg. It's given me a far deeper insight into how debillitating disability actually is. The leg, foot and ankle have doubled in size, bright red in some parts and purple in others. I am pleased to say that this evening, the pain has eased off somewhat which is an indication the penicillion is beginning to have an effect and for this, I'm very grateful to Alexander Flemming. In the interim, the only way to stop my leg from exploding has been to to keep it elevated, which so far as I'm equipped to do, means sitting sideways to my desk and propping it on a chair. I'm now starting to feel twinges in my back from twisting my torso to read my computer monitor. My devoted dog has been by my side throughout my torment, eagerly jumping up whenever I try to stand, perhaps for a wee or to struggle downstairs to get a drink. Standing up appears to cause a sudden flow of liquid into my lower leg, the pain of which is indescribable. The dog, though, thinks at last something interesting is going to happen and races around me, treading on my bare feet and buming into my leg. It seems so cruel to keep shouting at her to leave me alone, but I fear I have no alternative. Meanwhile the grass has taken the opportunity to grow over the week and I see some dandelions have appeared, smiling smugly at my misfortune.