full time job

 I always tell people, it's a full time job being me, and lately it very much feels like it.....  i don't know how i ever fit(ted) work into my days.....

I've lost count of the number of television-free days that i have clocked up, through no particular effort on my part, other than the fact that i seem to be busy.... which of course means, i am the master of procrastination.

I can make minutes become hours, days, months......  and of course my propensity for occupying myself with a raft of mundane mind gymnastics, is probably how i've kept myself sane for the last.... oh, what is it now?  Yes, thirteen weeks..... just two days short of, but i've been nursing my leg/knee for almost an unlucky number of weeks.

Yesterday, a milestone, of sorts.... physio at the hospital......  i decided to brave it with the use of only one crutch to help me limp along the maze of corridors at Huddersfield Royal Infirmary, or HRI to give it the colloquial nomenclature.

It's served us well over the years, and i've been there for births, deaths, and everything inbetween......  There are new bits of it, old, tired bits, a bustling cafe area, a pharmacy, and the always-busy accident and emergency.....

So, i met Richard, in room three..... we talked a bit..... he looked at my leg..... noted how far it bends..... what i can and can't do.... made some notes..... showed me a few exercises.... printed me a sheet out..... and before you know it, i was back home.....

My leg was a bit tired yesterday 'cos presumably we'd hit the limits of what i'd dare do to it without supervision.....  it strikes me the physio is as much about giving you the confidence to bend, stretch, push, pull, as much as you need to in order to reach the next phase, stage, level.

I've done the exercises today, and the legs does actually feel better for it.  I'm not saying it bends more today than it did yesterday, or more importantly hyperextends more than the day before, but it feels more.... no it feels "less" fragile and immobile....

That's a fair summary.

Big step for a bloke, baby step for a fox.

This is my dog relaxing on the sofa, knowing that i only stood up five seconds ago, and her response is "well, you weren't using it so....."