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Thursday, 11 December 2014
I recently had some trouble in my left hip; I was getting regular 'stabs' of excruciating pain.
My initial home-diagnosis was arthritis, and a depressing picture of inactivity stuck in my mind for several days. I imagined being confined to the house, not being able to complete all the work I've undertaken, not even being able to saw and split logs for the fire. To be honest, I thought I'd come to the end of my useful life, and my future was simply to vegetate and grow old. It was all extremely depressing.
However, the pains have now subsided, and I am left with a small ache, which suggests that my alternative self-diagnosis of a pulled or torn muscle was probably what had happened.
Having only recently been given considerable encouragement about my diabetes control, this was a severe shock to my general medical-state confidence. I had begun to feel like the illustration above, and I didn't like it one bit.
It doesn't take much to make one extremely depressed, and it doesn't take much to have that depression lifted, but every time I have a new ache or pain I know that the time is approaching when I will no longer be able to do all the crazy things I now do.
So, top of my Christmas wish-list this year is a stay-young-n-active pill. I still have so much to do and I can't afford to be either weak or immobile for quite some while yet; if ever.
*I cleaned our bedroom today ..... not just a flick round with a duster
but, pulling the bed and chest of drawers out and sweeping enough dust up
1 day ago
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
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I was born just south of London, but for the past 46 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away; we also have a Border Collie called Billy. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!