This is my first time in "re-hab" and hopefully my last. I had absolutely no idea just how boring it could be. The only positive (debatable) thing to emerge is that I now have a greater understanding of how the body works, particularly in the area of the right calf muscle. It is a part of my anatomy I am totally familiar with considering that it is the only area I have been able to look at for the last 19 days and counting.

I am reliably informed – and who would disagree with my physio and fitness trainer Steve McGregor – that keeping the affected area above the level of my heart helps the healing process by bringing the swelling down. It’s had plenty of chance to un-swell because it’s been in such a position since I undertook the recommendation to have complete rest. Believe me, keeping your leg above the level of your heart is sustainable in very few positions other than lying on your back... and I am now Olympic standard in that discipline. I am also nearing gold medal standard in drinking water having consumed enough of the stuff to fill the Hoover Dam in the last few weeks.

Food and water created another problem. Lack of exercise while indulging the need to eat and drink caused me to advise my manager Chubby Chandler not to throw out any old pairs of trousers because I might need to borrow them.

For those of you who do not know or have not seen Chubby, he is called Chubby for one reason. He is chubby. There is only room in this world for one Chubby so I decided during the second week of family holiday in Portugal that a weight loss and fitness regime would be in order if I was to meet the objective of making a competitive comeback at the Ryder Cup next month.

So Steve came down to Portugal – so good I didn’t want to come back this week – to supervise my diet and training weeks. His efforts have been successful and although I’m unlikely ever to be nicknamed Twiggy, I will not be in need of the aforementioned manager’s cast-off trousers – thankfully.

A little light cycling coupled with exercise while sitting means that I am on course to achieve full recovery before Corey Pavin brings his American team for a few days in Celtic Manor. The Ryder Cup will be my first competitive action since withdrawing after the second round of the WGC Bridgestone Invitational in Akron.

Not that the Tuesday of Cup week will be my first return to the golf course of course. In the next few days I will be putting and by the end of next week I will add chipping to my repertoire. It’s a case of taking one step at a time and gradually building up until I am in a position to put the bag over my shoulder and head for Worksop Golf Club again.

As Steve says, injuries can happen any time and they heal in their own time however hard you try to accelerate the process. Captain Monty says I’ll definitely be there and right now I am fairly confident of proving him right.

I’m just hoping the Ryder Cup won’t start without me. The signs are good.