Perhaps the cleverest decision I ever made was asking Rae to marry me.
For the past day I’ve been hobbling around, convinced I did some damage to my foot on my last jog. Icing wasn’t helping, anti-inflammatories didn’t help, massage didn’t help, stretching didn’t help. Still I sat, prodded, pulled and hobbled away.
This morning Rae looked at me and said “could it be gout?”
It hadn’t even crossed my mind because I’m on anti-gout medication. Thankfully Rae is smart enough to realise that, gee, maybe it wasn’t working. A few capsules of Indocid later and I was feeling good enough to go for a jog.