Enter Job....The new travail

So, after my last foot consultation and related posts, I thought I had my deal with God pretty much cooked: I would accept that I am not in control, and peacably walk what miles I could in final days before leaving Spain. But, that wasn´t quite all, as it turns out. I had been walking for the last week or so with chest congestion that I pretty much ignored, as it wasn´t hugely bothersome. Saturday night I started feeling rather feverish, and by Sunday morning quite weak. Having had pneumonia once in my life, I know that chest congestion, feverish, and weak is not exactly a winning combination. So back to the health center; it turns out that I must have been walking with a budding respiratory infection these last few days, and the doctor gave me a cycle of antiobiotics and told me not to walk serisously during the cycle. So, this is not my year to finish the camino. I accept and understand. "No mas,¨" as Roberto Duran memorably said to Sugar Ray Leonard---I suppose Roberto Duran getting beaten to a pulp by Sugar Ray Leonard is not exactly the best analogue of Job´s travails, and neither is the best analogue for my own more meager problems. But anyway, so it is. Rather than sit still for six days and then walk gingerly for a remaining few in fear of re-infection, I think the best course is just to return home on my shield rather than carrying it (as the Greeks would say) and preserve myself to fight another day....I´m writing this on Monday monrning, one full day into antiobiotics, which are a marvel. Fever gone, strength coming back. So, all is well....Lessons learned to follow...