After some delay I have news from the front, from the battle between me and nefarious Ms Nature. Over the weekend my left knee rebelled somewhat resulting in an intermittent limp. I was somewhat amused that the might of Ms Nature would choose such a weak assault for what I hoped was a last stand of sorts. Yesterday’s commute, delayed a day by St Jude, showed that there was more to this assault than I had first envisaged. The train that I arrived into London on was packed full due to other disruption and as I rose from my seat at Stratford there was little more than room for my feet.
Rotating around my left leg I felt a rather sickening weakening of the knee almost as if I was reliant on rubber bands for tendons. Thankfully the thoughtful train operator had ensured that there were far too many people on the train for me to actually collapse and instead I fell onto the lady next to me. There is then that moment, the one where you shake your leg out and try again. For me this is always accompanied by a sudden sweat as I ponder the worse result. I hate any attention and can think of few things worse than not being able to regain some form of perambulation and therefore having to be stretchered off. It is this desire to be invisible rather than some machismo that keeps me moving through pain.
I did regain traction and returned to a limping gait not perfect but, most critically, not dependent or incapacitated. This morning I awoke with the normal pain and awkwardness, struggling to lift and tilt even the small hotel kettle. This is a standard start to the day, it seems that an effect of the accident, and perhaps my age, is an increased ‘boot-up’ time. By the time that I had left the hotel room I realised that I had taken on a slight stoop to accommodate the left knee. Both of my parents were/are crippled by arthritis and I could see my father in the stooped semi shuffle that I had developed. That was enough for me, clearly bowing to the vindictive ways of Ms Nature is not the way forward. I strode the one and a half miles to the office with a deliberate and straight gait, despite the attempts of Ms Nature to distract me. It will be an interesting day, before I arrived in the office my knee had swollen to the constraints imposed by my jeans. Once again though Ms Nature has not thought through her assault, water on the knee stops you bending your knee and so forces you to walk straight.
I would also like to share a father’s thought today, I have no idea where it comes from but I bring it to you in a somewhat modified state anyway. As fathers we work hard to ensure that our children are given the opportunities and experiences to make the greatest memories, it is the cruelest of corrolary that we often become nothing more than one of them.