Physiotherapy was today provided by Ben, with obligatory additional stroking from Debs (its a physio thing), this was Ben’s induction to the world of Gav.
I explained that there are no more operations and that the consultant has passed me over to the physioterrorists with dire warnings that its all downhill from here. Debs was aghast, they have me as the best patient in the world, whatever task I am given I come at with vigour and ask for more. Whilst we have to be careful of pain the physio’s think that we can keep moving forward, not sure if this is just them trying to prove that they are better than the surgeons but hey I will take any positive at the moment.
A good physical work out was great, I have been told to work on upper body flex and strength as its been 6 months idle so needs some time and attention. I am booked in for Debs next week, Ben the week after and then I have to hit the gym for upper body! Gym? At my age? Lets see how that goes. I have a lot of new exercises to keep me busy and Ben is now inducted into the world of Gav:
Ben: does that hurt?
B: still not hurting?
Debs: oo your grimacing
B: he says it doesn’t hurt
D: he never says it does he’s gav
B: shit was that a crack?
B: does that normally happen?
B: does it hurt?
M: jesus, yes what did you break?
M: just kidding
Oh how we laughed…. eventually. Debs has suggested that Ben looks at the X-rays because he is struggling to understand what is inside, but he did give me a ten on the impressive scar scale!
In other news, my medical was a success! This was not, you will have guessed, a standard medical in fact I didn’t even have to attend. You see my old mate Paul had his medical today and following the debate over my blood pressure he enquired as to how the measurement works, he is now educated as to the means and during this discussion he mentioned my BP readings. The nurse declared that I am dead, Paul was fairly confident that wasn’t the case and following a call and some rudimentary testing* we concluded that I am, in fact, alive. Given the only issue that the nurse had was my death and we have disproved this I can only presume that I am in fact healthy, thank you Mr Paynter for the vicarious medical.
*I walked into (and not through) a wall, the nurses could see me, I drunk tea and it didn’t fall out