Pain without love, Pain, I can't get enough Pain,
I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all. (Thank you, Three Days Grace)
Yesterday was the day I was supposed to return to see the strange man at the pain clinic. I'd completed my life plan as requested - except I hadn't included the ten year forecast, simply because I just don't know so it would be a complete fiction. A year ago I couldn't have imagined becoming disabled and the biggest lesson I've learned is to take each day as it comes. So to asking me to predict where I might be in ten years time just does not compute - computer says naaaaah! :)
Anyway, this is all by the by. I presented myself at the reception desk yesterday only to discover that my appointment is actually next Tuesday despite my appointment letter stating otherwise. Apparently the 2/7 appointment was the date of my first appointment which then was moved backwards to the end of July and then forwards to the end of May. Confused? I am.
So after ineffectually remonstrating with the reception staff I limped wearily back to the car, took myself home and watched 'Dead man down'. I think it was an OK film. I have to admit that these days, owing to my poor attention span, I struggle to watch films that have anything other than a linear plot. My understanding was not helped in any way by Colin Farrell's character - a Hungarian pretending to be an American but with an Irish accent. What?!
Today is going to be a better day not least of all because I only woke at 10am - that's a whole 10 hours where nothing could go wrong as I was asleep. I was barely awake when there was a knock at the door and a delivery person handed me my new crutches. They are a million times more comfortable than my clunky nhs crutches and the addition of the flexi-foot takes a lot of strain off my shoulders and wrists (thanks for the suggestion techiebabe). Now I just need to work out what kind of wheelchair would be best.
It's also been a good day as I had a nice telephone conversation with my Mum and we've arranged for me to go and stay with her whilst she is recuperating after her knee operation next week. Hopefully if mum is well enough I can drive us down to her caravan in Dorset and spend a few days by the sea in the sunshine.
I'm going to spend the rest of the day motivating myself off the sofa in into the swimming pool. Given my current state of inertia it is likely to take all day. Maybe I'll start by having another coffee. That will motivate me towards the bathroom where I might take a shower and shave my legs. Then I might as well put my swimming cozzy on, right?
And so it begins.
Yesterday was the day I was supposed to return to see the strange man at the pain clinic. I'd completed my life plan as requested - except I hadn't included the ten year forecast, simply because I just don't know so it would be a complete fiction. A year ago I couldn't have imagined becoming disabled and the biggest lesson I've learned is to take each day as it comes. So to asking me to predict where I might be in ten years time just does not compute - computer says naaaaah! :)
Anyway, this is all by the by. I presented myself at the reception desk yesterday only to discover that my appointment is actually next Tuesday despite my appointment letter stating otherwise. Apparently the 2/7 appointment was the date of my first appointment which then was moved backwards to the end of July and then forwards to the end of May. Confused? I am.
So after ineffectually remonstrating with the reception staff I limped wearily back to the car, took myself home and watched 'Dead man down'. I think it was an OK film. I have to admit that these days, owing to my poor attention span, I struggle to watch films that have anything other than a linear plot. My understanding was not helped in any way by Colin Farrell's character - a Hungarian pretending to be an American but with an Irish accent. What?!
Today is going to be a better day not least of all because I only woke at 10am - that's a whole 10 hours where nothing could go wrong as I was asleep. I was barely awake when there was a knock at the door and a delivery person handed me my new crutches. They are a million times more comfortable than my clunky nhs crutches and the addition of the flexi-foot takes a lot of strain off my shoulders and wrists (thanks for the suggestion techiebabe). Now I just need to work out what kind of wheelchair would be best.
It's also been a good day as I had a nice telephone conversation with my Mum and we've arranged for me to go and stay with her whilst she is recuperating after her knee operation next week. Hopefully if mum is well enough I can drive us down to her caravan in Dorset and spend a few days by the sea in the sunshine.
I'm going to spend the rest of the day motivating myself off the sofa in into the swimming pool. Given my current state of inertia it is likely to take all day. Maybe I'll start by having another coffee. That will motivate me towards the bathroom where I might take a shower and shave my legs. Then I might as well put my swimming cozzy on, right?
And so it begins.