Ello. I do solemnly swear that today (being Tuesday 19th Feb) I will actually learn how to use WordPress properly and post more regularly. Promise!
I am now post-dissertation which has turned out to be a strange time of transition and muddled thoughts. I’ll find out the actual decision next Monday and meanwhile I’m killing time (the suspense is also killing!). But lots of things have been happening in the interim …. a new family member has appeared (surprise & joy), opportunities have opened up (shock & fear) and some good old-fashioned home truths have been acknowledged (about time too!).
The older I get, the quicker time seems to pass…. is this the same for everyone I wonder? I’ve noticed too that unless you actually get up of your nethers then nothing happens (one of the aforementioned home truths popping up to say hello!). In this way health stagnates until you find that you’re not trying any longer. And this is how I came to the conclusion that I’m actually accepting my current unhealthy state! That’s not good!
A recent house move has necessitated changing GP practice again (catchment areas and whatnot) and so last Friday I found myself face to face with a new male GP. In a nutshell oh dear! I have nothing against male GPs but this one did not endear himself to me and what’s more I seemed to make him nervous (I set off his nervous ticks poor chap). Perhaps it’s because I asked for things to happen instead of sitting quietly like I usually do. It just seemed the right time to try and make things happen so I politely but firmly asked to be referred to a physio and a dietician. Again, in a nutshell, oh dear! I don’t think you’re supposed to ask for things and after a few withering responses he blinked, took a deep breath and came back at me with his revenge ….. on the subject of my somewhat portly state. He is not wrong of course but the fact of being on steroids and a zillion other meds and not being able to walk and of asking for physio to help move about seems to have been lost on him!? I want to try and make the most of things so let’s see how this pans out and if the referrals will happen. Meanwhile I have booked a gym induction to see if anything is safely possible and am on the hunt for some hydrotherapy (and perhaps a bit more salad!?!?).
Last week was more than a little constantly surprising in a number of ways ….. amongst the home truths and confirmation of some exciting musical happenings the Pope threw in the towel, Pistorius joined the ranks of the fallen hero and the spread of more Dobbin parts into the food chain continued. I’m curious about the Pope in the way that a lapsed Catholic might be and wondered at the reasons for his resignation given that the tradition for most in this role is to drop in harness. Perhaps he’s being modern? Or realistic? Perhaps his brain is degenerating? Perhaps he’s just very tired and a bit fed-up of Catholicism and its need to shed the outmoded notions and wise-up!?
To Oscar who is/ was a hero to those of us with less than satisfactory legs came an unexpected incident involving the wee small hours, a beautiful woman and a gun (not a good combination as it turns out). The tragedy is the cutting short of a woman’s life first and foremost but also to the man himself and I’m left left wondering why someone in a gated community needs a gun? But perhaps this is a naive question from someone with only a limited knowledge of SA security and crime rates. Oscar seemed a certain way in editorial and TV interviews and that spark of petulance at losing the Paralympic race aside, this seems out of character. Such a shady and somewhat peculiar set of circumstances however and he seems on trial already …..
And for poor old Dobbin who is in our lives (and some of our stomachs) through no fault of our own, the testing rumbles on. So glad I’m veggie …
Atos?! The trauma increased and then was over in a matter of minutes and in the opening of 2 envelopes which were delivered simultaneously. One letter detailed the dreaded Atos assessment appointment and the second that the appointment had been cancelled in light of a letter from my neurologist. Oh well. Something less to worry about …. until the letter detailing the changes to DLA arrived ……. humph and grumble.