Perhaps it’s time for me to check in sans photos and just natter for a bit. I’m not quite sure what I’ll natter about, but I’m willing to give it a try.
Would you believe that it’s not yet 9AM, and Ive been for a bicycle ride already: my first of the season? A few years back, Cuppa and I cycled quite a lot, but changing times and bodies have kiboshed that. While it’s all but certain that Father Nature (ahem) will prevent me from getting back into cycling in a big way, perhaps I can manage a half hour or so a few times a week since I can’t walk …
That’s a bit of an exaggeration because I am ambulatory, but actually walking, as in going for a walk as opposed to sauntering around the grocery store, has become problematic. Every step bothers the ankle that I sprained badly 25 years ago. It was fine for decades but has come back to bite me for the past year and a half. I currently
patiently await a call from the hospital to begin physiotherapy, but hospital physio lists are long and hard to get onto. I would likely pay for private therapy if I were convinced that it would work and wouldn’t require several thousand dollars outlay to find out one way or t’other.
In other humdrumingly banal news, I had too much sugar last night. It was Theboy’s birthday party, and the Cadbury cake was scrump, so I indulged. However, too much sugar in the evening causes my body to overheat. That’s irksome enough in its own right, but somehow it highlights the cold sensation in my legs. Can you begin to guess how uncomfortable and annoying it is to be furnace-like hot and ice-pack-like cold at the same time? It’s enough to cause one to blog badly.
“So, what’s this cold leg stuff all about?” blogdom asks (in my vivid imagination). As far as I understand it, it’s how my sympathetic nervous system, which I find decidedly unsympathetic, chooses to react to spinal deterioration. Yes Victoria, my body is a weird and baffling entity. I have the same cold sensation mildly in my shoulder but physio helped that; it didn’t help the sensations in my legs, however.
I didn’t know quite where I was heading with this post, and since it has turned into something that should only be of interest to my doctor (but isn’t — sadly), I must desist.
It was a nice ride this morning, however.