Showing posts with label fractured ankle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fractured ankle. Show all posts

04 November 2017

076/100 days of aspirin

Waving parents off on a trip from the family home. Must be twenty five or more years since I did that. Back to bed with stomach ache. Watching Alias Grace, all six episodes one after the other. Reading, cooking partly succesful, using a different hob and microwave to my own. Sleep and sunshine, yellow and cream curtains and walls make the light glow in some of the rooms here.

03 November 2017

075/100 days of aspirin

Back at the family home, life is low key and precious at the same time.  There's an awareness that life is moving on, and some day, spending a day walking to to the supermarket, or sitting chatting with my parents won't be an option. Partly because of the accident, I'm more alert to risks and see more danger in everyday activity. Partly because they are more concious of the passing of time, wondering when they do something significant (or perhaps not), if if will be the last time.

Reflective, I suppose. Certainly less fraught than the last time I was here, straight after surgery. Going upstairs or downstairs isn't so exhausting that once a day is enough.

02 November 2017

074/100 days of aspirin

Musing on personal impact today, I've been working at a new site, which means getting to know a whole new set of people. Meeting new people and having to work with them on key business projects straight away, and getting them to trust you, a person who's just walked in off the street. Giving out the "we're here to help" message without being patronising (which is just one of my manyy delightful character traits according to my MBTi profile!)
For all I like to think of myself as a self aware person, I'm really not that good at assessing my impact on others, but yesterday I felt I clicked with a key person.

Arrived at my parents house late evening, and smiled, looking at the porch step that caused so much consternation and trouble eleven weeks back, the effort it took to haul myself into the house. The stairs I spent a week going up and down on my bum! My ankle may be a long way from perfect, but it's also a long way from where it was in a cast. Phew!

01 November 2017

073/100 days of aspirin

Letchworth is very leafy. Faded greens and all the golds and brasses and coppers. Are the leaves not "normally" gone by November? It feels like the trees should be bare, but my memory isn't that reliable. A late morning start, meeting a colleague after his commute. Theoretically time for a swim, but just didn't get into the mood for it. Fried breakfast, yum.
My first day in proper shoes!

31 October 2017

072/100 days of aspirin

On fitting in groups, and standing out. A full company meeting to celebrate being five years old, and the impact we've had on British industry. Good stuff, mostly stirring stuff. A reassurance that we, including I, are making a difference. On meeting my replacement who wouldn't meet my eyes. Hugs from some team members. Being asked to stand at the back for the team photo by the marketing bitch as not wearing SiG colours. Being the EHS "safety statistic". Networking, slightly.
Driving to the next hotel, and reading until I fell asleep.

30 October 2017

071/100 days of aspirin

The physio says I am doing well, still. I feel my leg is stiff and unwieldy a lot of the time, but she seems to think I am making at least adequate and sometimes good progress. I think I miss mentally knowing what the path is, what the steps after these ones are. But it does mean I concentrate on achieving the near objectives. I am being well managed.
More balance exercises, and some for my hip to loosen up the stiffness there. More effort, through the pain for the heel raises. More wobbling to help proprioception.
And a slow drive to Derby to finish the day.

29 October 2017

070/100 days of aspirin

Achieved around six (overdue but not impossible) things around breakfast time today, eat your heart out Alice. The extra hour helped. A walk in sunny and occasionally blustery wind, up to the barrage, punctuated by a nice sit down and a "play" in the outdoor gym. And a Sunday lunch in the pub on the way back.

Distracted by re-reading "Angels and Men" by Catherine Fox for the first time in at least ten years. Still fascinating.
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