Booooorrrrrrreeeeeedddddd!!!!!

Boring!!!

Boring!!!

I keep looking at it longingly, all shiny and new and desperate to be ridden. Yep, Boris the third finally turned up (I’m sure it turned up the minute I left the shop on Friday but that’s for the Halfords Customer Complaints dept to sort!) and now I can’t ride it thanks to my knee. I did hope I’d be back on it once I’d seen the Physio but that appointment isn’t for another month, I’m not waiting that long. The letter says I haven’t to return to strenuous exercise until I’ve seen the Physio and consultant – but what do they mean by strenuous? Bike riding is not that strenuous is it, you just pedal, and it’s not like running when you’re impacting on the road (unless you fall off -I’m quite good at that) So now I’m in a bit of a dilemma -do I  just use my own judgement or wait for the experts……….

On the knee side of things, all seems to be well. It’s a lot less painful now  -though it didn’t take too kindly to doing the ironing and I am actually managing to use it on some of the stairs (come on I’ve got three flights in my house -going up one step at a time will take forever!!) There’s no nasty stuff coming from the wounds and I’m surviving without painkillers. Word of advice -if a doctor gives you Tramadol -bin it. I spent two days feeling as high as the characters in trainspotting and two days suffering from withdrawal symptoms. I’d rather have pain thanks very much!! So now I’m hoping the weather picks up -sittings all well and good in the garden but daytime telly is definitely not for me.

On the mend

Back on my feet sooner rather than later

Bring it on!!!

The Curse of Starship Pinderfields Strikes again…….

Another afternoon out at the Starship Pinderfields today and for those who are regular readers of this blog you will know that I don’t tend to have a great deal of luck with appointment times at my local hospital. So was today any different – er no! I did get for my bloods doing straight away which was a good start, getting the trainee nurse to take my blood was not. Alarm bells rang when she held the needle like a javelin, but did she really need to take a run up – ok, slight exaggeration but she wasn’t exactly gentle. There was more blood on me than in the tube, make no wonder my haemoglobin count was down a bit, she’d splattered it all over my top. Normally you get one cotton wool ball stuck to your arm – I had a Johnson’s multi-pack!!

Still the waiting room didn’t seem too busy hopefully I’d be in and out in no time………………There were more delays on the electronic appointment board than Manchester Airport . I was only an hour and 45 minutes late in the end – the last patient of the day – though I did think they’d forgotten me when one of the consultants turned off his lights and headed out the door, thankfully there was another one further up the corridor – I made it back to work in time for last break. So much for I’d only be an hour at the most.

At least I got to do my year 2 ‘under the sea’ dance before I left. Bless them, they’re fab – and one little girl made my day. When she asked if she could be Ariel. I jokingly said I was Ariel – her reply ‘maybe we both should be Ariel, I’ve got the hair and you’ve got the beauty’ I could have kissed her – I love my job.

The weekends here

And guess who’s running 3 mile in the morning…

Bring it on

 

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