It was a lovely day in the pool and at work. Everyday lately has been good. All but one thing. Probably because I walk less, it has become harder for me to move around. Or the other way around. So I sit…which of course compounds the problem.
At work I have a comfy chair to sort books…and I did get them all priced yesterday. When I sort, I have a tall chair and a matching stool for my wonky leg. Both work well. At home I have a stool for my work in the kitchen. I can’t say I’m excited about this adaptation. The cold weather front has not been kind to me either. Lately, if I can’t get somewhere easily, I don’t go.
I called my GP and made an appointment.
“I think you will find a vast improvement,” the Geester said this morning. “You’ll get your mobility back.” And I thought he didn’t notice.
Yeah, I’m scared witless and not looking forward to the anesthetic or the nursing home. Well then, why am I looking forward instead of staying in the now.