Scary day... for me
So this was the day I've been dreading.
I had my latest consultation at University College Hospital. My consultant was as good as those before seemed... well... not so good.
He took time to explain my injuries and then went looking for solution and clues to why my knees won't bend past 95 degrees yet.
Very very impressed. This is what Doctors should be like. He wasn't patronising but totally professional and came across as an expert. What more could I ask for?
X-rays, a plan and a direction. No promises but a strategy to move forwards with.
I'm on my second day with my Self Journal. Loving it. It's a 13 week journal planner designed to get you in a action and doing those things your should be doing.
2 days and I've already got more done than I managed over my Easter break.
Food has been good, weight wasn't. still 93.6 kgs this morning.
Made homemade carrot tomato and lentil soup last night and I need to check the sodium content of the stock. I have a feeling it may have caused me to hold onto water.
Suffered a bit today. It didn't help when I got halfway down Warren Street tube and the escalators were out of order. Walking down THAT many stairs is my equivalent of Everest, absolutely brutal.
The knock on effect was Saturdays Rotex was 30 minutes at 280 watts. Today I struggled to hold 140 for 20 minutes, it was just miserable.
Trying to feel upbeat today but I am struggling.
The thought of going through it all over again for another 6 weeks makes me shudder and cold coils of fear unravel in my stomach.
Resiliency is a funny thing its not infinite.
My mum, immune to any kind of empathy, suggested having each leg done separately. 12 weeks...
OK I'm now heading off to do some box breathing and meditation to sort my head on and get myself back on a level.
I had my latest consultation at University College Hospital. My consultant was as good as those before seemed... well... not so good.
He took time to explain my injuries and then went looking for solution and clues to why my knees won't bend past 95 degrees yet.
Very very impressed. This is what Doctors should be like. He wasn't patronising but totally professional and came across as an expert. What more could I ask for?
X-rays, a plan and a direction. No promises but a strategy to move forwards with.
I'm on my second day with my Self Journal. Loving it. It's a 13 week journal planner designed to get you in a action and doing those things your should be doing.
2 days and I've already got more done than I managed over my Easter break.
Food has been good, weight wasn't. still 93.6 kgs this morning.
Made homemade carrot tomato and lentil soup last night and I need to check the sodium content of the stock. I have a feeling it may have caused me to hold onto water.
Suffered a bit today. It didn't help when I got halfway down Warren Street tube and the escalators were out of order. Walking down THAT many stairs is my equivalent of Everest, absolutely brutal.
The knock on effect was Saturdays Rotex was 30 minutes at 280 watts. Today I struggled to hold 140 for 20 minutes, it was just miserable.
Trying to feel upbeat today but I am struggling.
The thought of going through it all over again for another 6 weeks makes me shudder and cold coils of fear unravel in my stomach.
Resiliency is a funny thing its not infinite.
My mum, immune to any kind of empathy, suggested having each leg done separately. 12 weeks...
OK I'm now heading off to do some box breathing and meditation to sort my head on and get myself back on a level.
Comments
Post a Comment