3yrs 10 weeks
An unexpected trip to the physio this
week because I have managed to gimp myself (yes AGAIN I hear you groan) It
would seem that I may have managed this by doing Pilates stuff – over extending
myself in some exercise’s and my right hip is pretty much shagged if my I try
to make any sort of rotating inwards motion – well I fall over in huge amounts
of pain.
We had awesome tomahawk steak goodness
on Saturday followed by a very disappointing chicken dish using an Ina Garten
recipe on Sunday - her skillet roast Lemon chicken looks amazing – but taste
wise it was nothing special at all – very disappointing that the flavor didn’t
live up to the promise of the visual impact of the dish.
Poor Bella (endery) is still in the
throws of her first season, poor Winston still seems the think that there might
be something to be gained by trying to hump the ‘head end’ rather than the back
end – which of course he’s far too short to reach anyway. Poor Bella keeps
demonstrating on HIM what she wants him to do which makes him quite nervous.
All in all it’s a bit of a Carry On sketch of a season because you just
wouldn’t make this stuff up.
Work stuff is as mad as ever, we have
invented 2 new status’ for projects outside the traditional RED
AMBER GREEN
My colleagues and I have now invented 2
stages above RED for future reference (should you need it) the status above RED is Nuclear Sun Black – which
for obvious reasons is – well it’s black
Above Nuclear Sun Black there is a subsequent stage of alert which we
will refer to in future as Armageddon – for color reference Armageddon will be
shown as Armageddon this
color is more commonly known as turd brown J This
accurately reflects the true nature of ‘the shit has hit the fan’ status that
sometimes things end up in.
In some ways I use the same rating system for MS in
both how I feel and what an activity will do to me.
·
Green is for nice relaxing stuff that’s going to be
lovely and good for me.
o
Relaxing, cooking, sitting on a bench at the dog park
in the shade enjoying the breeze and fresh air, long lie in’s and unplanned
naps on the sofa with dog snuggles
·
Amber is for things that are going to take a toll on
me and sap my energy which ‘may’ make things difficult later in the day
o
Work (LOL) doing the shopping, having to chase a
disobedient beagle around the dog park because she’s pretending to be deaf and
won’t come back to me, Pilates J
·
Red is for things that I know will exact a big price
later down the line and require planning and a lot of Green time to recover
from.
o
Going to the good food show at the NEC walking 5 miles
with shopping bags and properly breaking myself,
·
Nuclear Sun Black is for some of the deep hitting
personal situations we’ve had
o
losing people the emotional and physical toll that
takes at times of stress, the things you can’t plan for that you just have to
roll with.
·
Armageddon turd
brown I guess I have yet to work out what that would be. I can’t plan for it I
don’t know what would trigger this state of shit hit the fan MS reaction. Quite
frankly the longer I remain completely and utterly oblivious of what would cause
this state of play the better J
Randomly the term Armageddon also reminds me of one of
those classic pieces of internet hall of fame things. An American Radio show –
a number of years ago and a story involving A hamster and the Safe Word –
Armageddon J
This should be easy to find searching google for the words ‘Radio Show Hamster
Armageddon’ – be warned this should NEVER be done on a work machine or in a
public place without headphones – or even in a public place because people are
going to think you’ve had a mental break or something J
So the use of the word makes me smile despite the
circumstances J
So Pilates last night ….. this time carefully with
some modified exercise’s thanks to the lovely Dan at Berkshire Physiotherapy
Centre – I have instructions not to over extend to only do level 1 & 2
exercises – just because I can bend a long way I must not and that I’m to not
overdo things – on a bright note my 8-10 reps of by exercises that I have to do
3 times a day – I get the day off J Yay J
Last night was on the hilariously called foam rollers – which are more like
concrete drain pipes. Gareth had a major service incident at work and ducked
this week so I was on my own for the first time.
I think when you finally roll off the ‘foam’ roller –
which in my case is a slightly less graceful dismount than a sack of potatoes
falling off a shelf onto the floor J my back and shoulders feel soooooo good, like all the
niggly bits have been rollered out of them – or it could just be that they’re
incredibly grateful for no longer being on the pipe of torture J
Bugger It’s Monday – That Means it’s week 11 and I
didn’t get round to posting this last week (really sorry – let’s just put it
down to middle aged brain)
So another weekend – yummy Vietnamese food on Saturday
at Pho in Reading – there’s just something about eating a Vietnamese Pho (Pronounced
Fuh) that makes me feel like I’ve done something good for my body, broth, herbs,
poached chicken, spring onions, beansprouts, chilli – it actually feels like I’m
doing something good for my body.
Some dog walks, an awesome Tomahawk on Sunday – with enough
left overs for a couple of days lunches for me – right up to the moment when Gareth
turned his back on the bloody Whippet and the thieving little cow bag had the
big lump of ribeye steak in her mouth and she was off down the garden like
Usain Bolt with a big fuck off grin on her face chewing as she ran.
Needless to say my lunch plans have changed for the
early part of the week J
Appendix to my earlier Status comments we now need to
include a ‘Brown Smoke’ event:
This is when notifications are released about things
in Armageddon – when they die this is communicated by ‘Brown Smoke’ (think the
different colour of smokes during the choosing of a new Pope)
Brown Smoke signifies a decision has been made
A bit like Julius Caesar and the ‘Thumbs Down’ for the
losing gladiator decision
Brown Smoke – very apt
I’ll stop now, much love from me xx
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