It has come to my attention that, every time I get organised and into a rhythm of walking regularly, there will be a technical hitch to foil me.
This time last year, Aedan, poor wee soul, had shingles, followed by Ciara being of school, so that was about a month’s worth of interruption. Lengthy school holidays have always been a bit of a nuisance whilst the children were small, but that situation is improving. Then I was mown down by an overly sturdy golden retriever, causing damage to my Achilles which slowed me down, then we had ridiculous amounts of ice, although if that happens again, I have the technology to overcome the problem!
Now, I’m struggling with the reoccurrence of a problem that struck me down about two years ago. A trapped nerve in my upper back, somewhere in the region of my left shoulder blade. This time, I’m taking action earlier and have my self referral form filled in and ready to hand in to the physiotherapy department at the local hospital, but I’m still finding the pain debilitating and quite depressing. It’s dull but persistent, until I do something silly and get a huge jolting pain, it’s even spreading round my rib cage to the front this time, which is a new trick. Yesterday, I managed to spill scalding soup into my lap and burn the insides of my thighs too, just for added entertainment. Muppet!
My friends came to the rescue last night however, as a select group were invited to Hoppy Angela’s for a soiree and we had a really good natter and a giggle, such a tonic. David was a star as he played taxi driver, seeing as I can’t drive and looked after the children too.
So, here I sit, with a hot water bottle down my back, hoping I can get an appointment this week. I need some sleep. I do wonder if someone somewhere is trying to tell me something…