staffsknot
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MONTH ELEVEN
We got out of the car a bit sharpish being late to meet a friend in Chester. Ping!! something went in the muscles surrounding the scar. Limping quite badly, made rendezvous. Ladies plied me with coffee and Parrotseat'emall, and did rest of walk round Chester, Walls, riverbank, cathedral, an exquisite torture called the Rows, designed by women for their delectation and the despair of their menfolk. We went everywhere. Same as last 4 months, really. I can stay on my feet a long time, can walk a long way, but I am aware of every step as it affects the operation site. I can never relax and just walk. And the least little mishap seems to set me back.
Given that 100% would mean I could get to the end of the street without once thinking about what has happened to my hip in the last 7 or 8 years, I sometimes go as high as 95% and sometimes as low as 85%. Walking quickly is a quick way of getting to the lower score.
Now my question to those who have gone along this route before me, with, say, a similar level of success at the same stage: is it possible for me to make further progress or is this as good as it gets?
It doesn't worry me exactly, but after a lifetime of high activity, I do find it disappointing to have to settle for pottering about at pensioner's pace from now on. I suspect you will say that I am doing very well and should be pleased with where I have got to, and you would be right, but if I can't tell Bonesmarties what I really feel like, whom can I tell?
HIGHTLIGHTS
(a) To Alton Towers (theme park) with two boisterous grandchildren and their parents. On feet from 11 till 5.30, minus two refreshment stops. Wife G was worst of lot. At 67 she tackled every horrific ride with g'kids, while I cringed alongside, full of admiration. I thought transit monorail was quite enough of a white knuckle ride, thank you.
(b) Same team 2 days later to Blue John Mine near Castleton, Derbyshire. More than 300 feet's worth of steps to the bottom of the mine and the same back up again.
LOWLIGHTS
(a) Going lame at Chester.
(b) Deciding yet again that I am not ready to return to Scottish Country Dancing.
We got out of the car a bit sharpish being late to meet a friend in Chester. Ping!! something went in the muscles surrounding the scar. Limping quite badly, made rendezvous. Ladies plied me with coffee and Parrotseat'emall, and did rest of walk round Chester, Walls, riverbank, cathedral, an exquisite torture called the Rows, designed by women for their delectation and the despair of their menfolk. We went everywhere. Same as last 4 months, really. I can stay on my feet a long time, can walk a long way, but I am aware of every step as it affects the operation site. I can never relax and just walk. And the least little mishap seems to set me back.
Given that 100% would mean I could get to the end of the street without once thinking about what has happened to my hip in the last 7 or 8 years, I sometimes go as high as 95% and sometimes as low as 85%. Walking quickly is a quick way of getting to the lower score.
Now my question to those who have gone along this route before me, with, say, a similar level of success at the same stage: is it possible for me to make further progress or is this as good as it gets?
It doesn't worry me exactly, but after a lifetime of high activity, I do find it disappointing to have to settle for pottering about at pensioner's pace from now on. I suspect you will say that I am doing very well and should be pleased with where I have got to, and you would be right, but if I can't tell Bonesmarties what I really feel like, whom can I tell?
HIGHTLIGHTS
(a) To Alton Towers (theme park) with two boisterous grandchildren and their parents. On feet from 11 till 5.30, minus two refreshment stops. Wife G was worst of lot. At 67 she tackled every horrific ride with g'kids, while I cringed alongside, full of admiration. I thought transit monorail was quite enough of a white knuckle ride, thank you.
(b) Same team 2 days later to Blue John Mine near Castleton, Derbyshire. More than 300 feet's worth of steps to the bottom of the mine and the same back up again.
LOWLIGHTS
(a) Going lame at Chester.
(b) Deciding yet again that I am not ready to return to Scottish Country Dancing.
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