Now there is me getting all frustrated at my progress, lake of mobility, poor grip, sensation loss and now some bright spark reminds me my upper body muscle has gone to waste! So I try my exercises and get extremely frustrated with the difficulty and the clunks and cracks of my arms.
Spoke to my old mate Dave earlier and voiced my frustration, the minute I got to the words ‘press up’ he spluttered and I swear I heard him wince. In this instance Dave is like my independent observer, he has seen the casts and pins and wounds, seen the inability to lift a kettle or open a door. And the thing with independent observers is that time moves normally for them, whilst I am stuck in slow time and frustrated at the slow progress Dave is on normal time and realises that I am pushing too hard. It’s good to have the reset, remind me how far I have actually come, of course I will continue pushing too hard that’s just me.
Great news that the ugly mug of Dr Les Bailey believes he can work with my wrists once they are signed off, I think he was a bit cowardly once he saw the X-rays but, as always, impressed by his confidence can’t wait to get him working on these bad boys!
And finally an honourable mention to the lovely Lorraine and Steve, I trust you still read this, two really good people that I am proud to call friends, whether I deserve to or not! Life has taught me that friends are a rare commodity and part of my future plan is that my pub will have accommodation, whatever that may be, for my true friends, and I look forward to looking after those that mean so much to me in my darker hours.