Anniversary

It was a year ago today, as Denise has just pointed out, that I nearly topped myself on my motorbike. I hadn't noticed the date. D was a bit stressed out but I thought it was to do with the re-organisation that has been going on at her work, which has raised the emotional level of the place anyway - but it was the anniversary that was getting to her - as well as all the work stuff. But I'm still here, so we're going to celebrate with a nice takeaway and a bottle of champagne.

I went to see the physiotherapist today, and she seems to have got to the bottom (ho-ho) of my hip pain. I've got several well established knots in my muscles that she's going to work on over the next few weeks; and she's confirmed that there's no damage to my pelvis or the hip joint, which is good news. So, it is something that can be fixed with just some specialised excercises and some manipulation. Phew!

These knots were probably established when I started learning to walk again - despite the physios in the hospital doing their best to make sure we didn't limp or leg-drag (no mummy's curse auditions allowed) - and I've no doubt been favouring that leg ever since, expecially when tired.

I've tried my hardest to walk naturally with the false leg, and I thought I'd been doing OK. In fact, the physio told me today that, when she was watcing me walking, she had to remind herself which was the false leg; so I can't have been doing too badly.

Anyhoo, once all these knots got established, it's been a vicious circle. Once I've been walking for about 10 -15 minutes, I obviously start getting tired, which causes me to alter my gait, which puts more pressure through these muscles, which, because they're knotted, creates pain, which causes them to knot up more, which causes me to alter my gait more, etc., etc. and so on until I can barely stand up .

The MAIN thing is, that it's something that's simple to fix, and once I've got rid of the knots, there are excercises I can do to keep them away, and, all being well, whah-lah (voila), I'm back to normal. Well, as normal as I'll ever be. But that's another story. Another long ... long story...

Got to get better for when we go to China, AND I've been contacted about a job. It's in Glasgow, if it comes, off - a pain really, all the way over there ... BUT, it's a job, so there we are. After 12 months. I've watched all my DVDs (at least twice), played all my computer games to DEATH, read all my books, AND all of the Internet (although I did miss the bit where they're saying that they want Bruce Willis to play Murray Walker in a film about Michael Schumacher ... they've got to be joking. Haven't they? Really ... ? Dear godalmighty, whatever next), erm, so, anyway, the point being, I'm a bit bored now, so ... job maybe. Soon. Well; I am a bit scared, but generally: great!! Maybe I'll get out of this house and be able to post a photo of something that's not ... of this ... house.

I'll be OK as long as I've got my Denise. She remains my rock.