This morning was spent at the hospital. As you may have guessed, I have been known to have more fun.
I have lots of new & exciting exercises to do three times a day. I realise I may not be at work, but I am quite vague (unless wearing the OH) and frankly have more interesting things to do. I am sure I could arrange my sock drawer by colour, for example. Before anyone leaps at me, I am going to do them. I just might sulk about it a bit. The physio agreed my left knee is lots worse than my right, but she is confident it is going to start playing nicely. She also helpfully said she thinks (from the knee point of view) that having both knees done at once was not a plan... *sighs* Am seeing her again in just under a fortnight (there weren't any spaces earlier than that...) and I am hoping I will be as much better as she is expecting me to be. Yes. Mindless custard and all that...
Asthma clinic was okay. Have been discharged again (huzzah) but told to keep-an-eye-on-things. Am sure keeping an eye on ones lungs is/should be a biological impossibility. Did not mention this to the consultant. The respiratory physio (who was so confused by my notes being in the physio department not the chest clinic) has confirmed I know how to breathe properly as well. Which is always a bonus. I mean with something that important it is good to know you are doing it right...
Oooh, and I am back to actually REALLY being 5'4" in my bare feet. Well, very nearly 5'4" anyway. So daddy was right when he said I was looking taller... Chloë is going to be so so cross if I am taller than she is again... Mwahaha...