I visited my old pub yesterday for a couple of pints and was very pleased to meet up with a couple of my very supportive customers. After exchanging the usual pleasantries we got to “what are you doing now” and I explained that I was still working through the fall out of the accident before finding a pub. I think this is the only business where that line is met with a look made up of incredulity and sympathy. Luckily I had Andrew with me who just gave a sage nod to indicate that he understood the ‘bug that bites you’.
The old pub is blooming, doing well despite some significant inflation at the pumps! But what is really nice to hear, some three years after I left, is that “the atmosphere has gone” and that “it’s just not fun now”. That I can generate an atmosphere that people enjoy from no more than a cold draughty building and hard work is testament to my choice of trade and to coin a phrase “you’re too kind”. The old girl is different now, prices reflect the investment that has been made and the place is operating to a long term plan. It is not that it is not fun or that it has no atmosphere it is simply that it is different.
Whenever I have these conversations they are followed by an evening of reflection, I revisit my view of the world and challenge it. Once again I have come out the other side without a shadow of a doubt, I know where I belong and it’s in my pub. It’s been a long road and there are a few more twists in it yet but the destination remains fixed. I look forward to cold nights trying to mentally guide people through the door as much as I look forward to busy nights that fly by. Most importantly I look forward to creating more memories, being an influence and a feature in more people’s lives and writing that story.
As you know I don’t generally promote things on the blog and today is no exception. I would like to make special mention of a friend though because, well because she deserves a special mention. I proof read a small piece that she has written at the request of a hospital, it will be used to help parents come to terms with using the words ‘cancer’ and ‘child’ in the same sentence.
It is but a few paragraphs written in the self-effacing prose of an author who seeks invisibility but it is written from the heart. Short, abrupt sentences bring to life the staccato thoughts that come to us all when something is too dark, too terrifying to process. Despite the eloquence of this emotional script it was sent to me couched in self criticism, challenge and debate as to its value. I just wanted to take this opportunity to say “Barbie you nailed it”
They say that it is not what you see that forms your opinions but how you perceive what you see. I would like to put the record straight for anybody that saw me take a dive just outside the station at half past five yesterday morning, I was not drunk. I did, as we all instinctively do, turn around and see if anybody had spotted my disagreement with gravity and think it was all clear but thought I would clarify in case I missed somebody. This was, of course, a further episode in my ongoing battle with Ms Nature. I had arisen to some pain and, more critically as it transpired, a pervading weakness in my knee never one to give in to such frivolities I pushed through my morning walk.
My principle remains that if I don’t succumb to the restrictions that my knee tries to introduce then it will tire of the game. I ploughed through to the station with little more than wince but a misjudged kerb presented the opposition with a window of opportunity and it struck home. The sudden weakness and accompanying pain wasnt expected and I crumbled, albeit briefly. After a quick assessment I realised the error and recovered, never actually hitting the ground, limping off in the correct direction whilst mentally scolding my adversary.
You may think it odd that I feel the need to clarify my position, few people would have assumed that I was drunk surely? Well I would have agreed with you but as I struggled on I passed a seating area which was occupied a middle-aged couple who would not have had the same defence. They were sharing, swig for swig, a bottle of Lambrini, remember it was half past five in the morning. In fairness I only wrote this post after seeing an advertisement for said ‘wine’ on the television last night and pondering the difference between the glitzy party image and the chilly winter’s morning scene.
In other news I was passed over by our legal system once again so await an update in the New Yea, fingers remain crossed that it won’t be too much longer. The odd thing was that the walk to the grocery store (thank’s DVLA) on Monday was a real relief and made me realise what a stress the 4 pm phone calls generate. The concept of knowing that I was in the hotel until Friday and not playing everything day by day felt like a genuine pleasure.
Just walking around my hospital and found that just to the right of the main entrance there is clear evidence of ashtray devices being removed from the wall. These devices were there to stop smokers littering and at first I thought that this was some NHS next step in the war on smokers, perhaps like stations they had banned smoking outside as well?
A large sign answered my internal debate “please do not smoke here as it is affecting the critically ill patients” Yes that’s right they have placed intensive care along the wall by the entrance, the open windows and extractor fans are drawing the smoke into the ward! See, perhaps smoking isn’t really bad for you? Or perhaps this is a hidden drive to reduce NHS costs by killing off the patients?
Physioterrorist Ben was on form today, always a pleasure to entertain the team. We looked at the results of the splint on righty and it has actually increased supination to 40 degrees, passive pronation remains good so I need to work on active movement which means shorter duration with splint on. I explained the ‘spanner’ technique for lefty and got a shocked and disturbed look, it took me a while to assure Ben that it was Debs idea and not mine though. Manual work on lefty was interesting and used liberal doses of my patented ‘no it doesn’t hurt’ technique. I managed to persuade a grown man to deploy his full power into twisting the wrist, to the point he was straining his shoulder, did it hurt? What do you think?
Its always entertaining when your physio asks if ‘it always makes that crunch/crack when you twist like that?’ What can you say? ‘oh yes’ which translates to ‘no that’s new, cool’. Remember every new noise is a new skill developed by increasing movement therefore good. Some PC measuring put lefty down to -90 and +70 against a normal -90/+90, cue pats on back and incredulous looks. I was warned repeatedly to rest lefty for the rest of the day and to return on Monday if its still hurting, hands up if you think that’s likely, exactly… Like most things in the world medical it is important that you listen to only the pieces of advice that suit you, this is not being ignorant its simply tuning the generic advice to suit you.
Ben must be getting wise to me because as I was booking an appointment he snuck up on me and reminded me to rest lefty before proffering his hand to shake, he quickly changed to left hand because ‘ sorry forgot the splint’, nice try but you’ll need to get up earlier to catch me buddy!