What do you get when two cripples walk into a hospital…

Confused physiotherapy staff, that's what!

 Last Sunday in the SPKA races, I had a minor incident with the sea wall and ended up being air lifted off the beach, enjoying myself entirely on the gas and air they were force feeding me and had a trip to Crosshouse Hospital, Ayrshire.

I bruised my left heel badly (they were concerned I'd broken my heelbone, but x-rays revealed I've inherited my dad's wonderous ability to bounce and hadn't) and have done some "minor muscle damage" to my right shoulder, and an asortment of bruises all over my body, ranging from just above the elbow on my right arm to all the way down my left leg. And knocking myself out, but I'm still not sure how long for - I don't remember coming to a stop though or someone releasing my quick release and taking the kite off me!

My heel's earned me a shiny set of crutches (now with Tribal Scuba Squirrel stickers on them!) - I think I've possibly done some nerve damage to it as well unfortunately - it feels like I'm treading on something to the left hand side of it when I put any weight on it and it's got permanent pins and needles the rest of the time.

Needless to say, when we went for Kev's physio appointment and the crutchless Kevin handed over his appointment card over and led his crutch using girlfriend to a chair, we got some very puzzled looks!