Yesterday was an excellent day. It started with the triumphant cracking of the surgical stocking conundrum and I positively swaggered downstairs, fully dressed without assistance. Various strolls around the garden were completed and a few roses deadheaded before lunch. I even went over the stepping stones (twice to prove it was not a fluke). The outcome of an inaugural post operative go on the bathroom scales was less heartening, but those implants are likely lead lined so I tucked into an afternoon whole nut with only moderate misgivings. Activity slowed as the afternoon progressed, but I made it down to inspect the coldframe birdie and, all in all, retired for a pre dinner recline with a sense of progress.
The rosy, panglossian glow was slightly dimmed this morning, when I woke unreasonably early, feeling much as Gretel might after the wicked witch poked a bony finger into her fleshy parts to see if she was ripe for consumption. However, I drank my coffee, satisfied myself that I still had the sock skills and moved swiftly along to the exercise regime. This went sufficiently well that I had a fleeting (very fleeting) thought of the exercise bike. I despatched the idea quickly but moved on to worrying whether my bum might become lopsided, what with the exercises all being focussed on the poorly leg. I threw in a couple of good leg raises to be on the safe side. Noticing yesterday that I really didn’t need to put so much weight on the sticks, I concentrated today on trying to walk properly upright and not bent over, leaning on them. By noon, I was devil may care on two and confident enough on a single stick to stroll down the path like a veritable boulevardier. I toured the hot bed mono-sticked, coffee in hand like a pro. As the day went on, though, I got a bit tired and the pain in the posterior got worse. Disaster struck when I absentmindedly started to cross my legs whilst finishing my book. Well – we certainly shan’t be doing that again boys and girls. I hobbled upstairs for one of the big smarties and shall now be taking the rest of the day very easily indeed.
I will now leave you with the fruits of my pottering and go to see if I can convince Keith that a small glass of red would set me up with useful antibodies.
Good to see your photographic skills have not suffered! Stunning pictures…I plan to show them to Angela on my next visit.
keep up the good work and don’t cross your legs again! Oh I was jealous at the thought of a whole bar of whole nut! Chocoholics United! 🤣🤣
I’m sure a small glass of red won’t hurt! Better just stick with using two sticks after though! 🥴
So glad your recovery is going well!