Pride before a fall?

I put it down to hubris. Others have put it down to accidentally filling the water bottle with gin....but in any event after combining a quick round the block with a visit to the dental hygienist I had another blank, ended up on the floor and hit the poor old elbow again. Big ouch. Patched it up once more at home with the copious supplies of dressings given to me by the lovely nurse at the Doctor's surgery and thought no more of it.
Very sadly my father in law died the next day. En route to see his widow , my husband and his siblings at the Nursing Home where he had died I realised that my arm was quite sore and a bit swollen. I think as a distraction from their grief everyone asked to see the war wound and my sister in law casually said - " are you sure it's not infected?"
Obviously we all had far more important things on our minds for the rest of that day and I had to whizz to Norwich to collect my children. By the time everyone was home and settled it became clear that my arm was making a bid to outgrow my thigh and was giving off enough heat to keep a family of 4 warm all evening. All normal GP surgeries were shut by this time so my poor husband had to conclude one of the worst days of his life by driving me in to Norwich to the out of hours GP then scouring the outer suburbs for an open pharmacy. The GP was very kind and confirmed that we did the right thing to come in as I had developed cellulitis and hastily prescribed 2 kinds of horse sized antibiotics.
Tracking down the pharmacy meant dipping a toe into the world of Norwich night working . We found it a strange and discomforting place and felt like we should be starring in an American road movie. We wondered how the CCTV footage would look as we scurried back to the car with me clutching a dubious paper bag , leaping into the passenger seat as soon as the car was unlocked and hastily swallowing several pills all the time with a feverish glint in my eyes.....The contrasts and incongruities of the day's events did not escape our notice and did, at least, provide ample opportunity for dark humour.
The timing was atrocious. I needed to be operating at 150% not feeling and looking like a comedy extra in a Wallace and Gromit animation. I did some research and discovered that if not treated or unresponsive to antibiotics cellulitis can lead to septacaemia. Bit scary really. Obviously the bugs which cause it need a wound to be able to get into the system but thereafter they really love it and will multiply like mad if, inter alia, the victim's immune system is at a low ebb and/or they have poor circulation. Ho hum.
So for lots of reasons no bike time for a while. BUT elbow pads have now been purchased and the label on the gin is in very BIG WRITING indeed.