Thursday 21^st June, 2018 2100

Half time Denmark v Oz.

Well I decamped at noon yesterday, there were customers for the first class but not the second so the beauty of the little campus is that they treat me so well I am all but autonomous. Not that I abuse it but equally I am not sitting around for hours for nothing.

As I was painstakingly making my way downstairs I chanced upon none other than the campus doctor, whose son I taught in my first term here and packed him off to gain an MA in Cyprus, currently he is embarking on an engineering career.

With only the aid of my body language and her occasional internet translation on her phone, she elicited what happened and that I thought a rib and my pelvis were fractured. Had I been to hospital? After the last time when they missed a displacement let alone a straight fracture? No thanks, they wouldn't treat either problem other than perhaps as a money-making exercise, in which case they would gut me like a fish and shove another load of masonry nails in me. Time, albeit I think a fair few weeks, will see me right.

In the ensuing fifteen minutes before the bus left three Chinese recommended acupuncture. Never had it and I am certainly not closed to it but somehow I doubt its efficacy in bonesetting.

On my return I limped into the jing jo shop, the owner was horrified and insisted on carrying my essentials to my home for me. Once here, he decided there was a smell. Maybe cigars, maybe just the fact the windows are normally kept shut – in winter to keep warm, in summer cool and to keep insects out. Despite my protests he opened loads of them and later I had to struggle around the flat to close them again!

Having alerted today's classes that they needed to come here for testing, I never had to get up too early but I was determined to finally shave after almost a week of abstinence. My Godfathers, it took me half an hour to get out of bed, it was pure agony. Not from the hip but the ribcage. Sure the hip was akin to being stabbed by a dirk but my chest! I decided tonight I would sleep in an armchair in the living room.

The shower is now set up so I can sit on the loo and get cleaned up. It will be some time before I feel safe standing on my feet!

The girl I was told to fail? Who missed most of my lessons this term? She actually turned up for the exam and came in last. She fed me a completely implausible story as to why she was missing not just my lessons but others. But her English is actually not bad. I couldn't do it even if other teachers are going to. I have emailed the dean with my thoughts that the school should get to the root of the problem because something is going on and that they should support her instead of casting her aside. No idea if they will listen but I hope they do. I gave her the minimum pass of sixty.

Once finished my dinner of apple pie (all I have had for three days!) I emailed Janet to request the bus picked me up at lunchtime as I wasn't going first thing in the morning. She has replied to say don't come in tomorrow, I can test the class next term! Whilst I know of no other teacher here in my situation who wouldn't either take to a hospital bed or at least go on the sick, I still feel guilty. I shouldn't have left early when told last week! Then though I couldn't foresee what would happen.

Stephanie is going to bring me a tuna Subway tomorrow. I can't cook so proper food will be welcome and that will do me for two days. And tonight I will sleep in bed. It no longer matters how long I take to get out of it again.

Isn't life wonderful?