U2 from my front door

Moncton has another major coup this weekend with the mighty U2 playing out at The Hill.

There are a whole load of reasons why I didn't go. None of them major but all with their own problems.

It wasn't expensive; I could have afforded it, even with the taxi that would have been needed because they didn't do the buses this time. But fighting for a taxi may not have been easy.

Since my diabetes, I have found even small wounds don't heal well. That would include mozzie bites and I was never able to leave them alone anyway. By the time I'd have scratched and picked I'd have been a mess for the rest of summer.

I wouldn't have worried about blood sugar levels crashing, but I don't have the energy to walk far either and I can't imagine how I'd have handled climbing to a seat in the bleachers and either staying put (which wouldn't have been good) or descending only to have to ascend again.

Or stay at ground level where standing for hours would have tired me. Or I'd be sitting on wet, probably muddy, ground.

Oh...and I'm taking a prescription that means no prolonged exposure to sun. As it happened I don't think that would have been an issue. But who wants to get wet as an alternative?

All this and then being held up exiting.

But inside tonight hearing the thumping in the distance I went outside to see if I could recognise anything. I did.

And from that moment on I knew I should have made the effort. I can't think of a band that I would like to have seen more. I've seen everyone else that I'd like to see. I could have cried at this missed opportunity.

I went out for about a minute 4 or 5 times tonight. I reckon I've been bitten at least four times. Perhaps it was as well I didn't go. Maybe I'll keep telling myself that.