Excitement building

My leg op gets ever closer and excitement levels rise ( with me -not the surgeon ). With the weather ever- improving the hopes of getting out and about rise similarly. I feel like a kid in a sweet shop. 

Fitness comes at a price

Aches across my shoulders restricted my endeavours today to a A quick walk and a dose of Manchester City v Arsenal. The price of fitness appears to be sleep. But hey,ho, who cares? The weather was fabulous, birds nesting,, butterflies flying and warm sunshine. My walking was wobbly again today, coupled with a fuzzy head which is so frustrating. When will it go?

Double whammy

A walk and a swim, I'm knackered but highly satisfied. 

Reinforcements

Lynne was joined by our youngest daughter yesterday to " help keep an eye on me", which she did. The additional company  I always think ups my mood and I spent the day with Snow Patrol tunes floating round my head, no bad thing. We went to visit Tardis Two and were shocked to find her missing, finally tracking her down to outside the workshops where she was being readied for summer cruising ( awaiting parts). Leaving the marina seems closer than ever, although the weather is distinctly brass monkey. Much against my better judgement I have once again been convinced I need to add swimming to my list of fitness regimes. Watch this space.

Blood test and wobbly moments

My final (?) pre-0p blood test and a wobbly walk through Anstey. My balance fails to improve although my weight seems stable. I really need to walk with someone otherwise I could end-up absolutely anywhere, under a parked car, in piles of dog poo etc. not recommended, but bloody frustrating.

Ins and outs

Stomach problems have restricted my activities this week, capped by one of my famous falls, fortunately with no adverse  affects, apart from a bruised shoulder I think. A brighter day today, mood and weather-wise.

Downhill

Following the highs of early in the week my mood plummeted again. We re-visited our relationship ,attempted to get the car radio fixed and return the Red Cross wheel chair.the garage have to order a spare fuse and Red Cross was closed, typical of our Luck.

Sleep returns

The lengthy journeys and long days created a sleepy day for me, fortunately  with no pre-booked appointments , so a peaceful day was thoroughly appreciated.

Progress confirmation

The result of my last  Leicester brain scan was very encouraging with a significant reduction in tumour size

Amusingly both the nurse and doctor were new but I was fast asleep when called from the waiting room. The picture clearly showed how the tumour has reduced, so we took a copy for our London hospital visit, where it was met with similar enthusiasm. All confirmed my sleepiness will continue "for some time". Any future monitoring will take place in London.

A lazy day

Beaughtiful sunny day but nothing planned other than a lazy lie-in. Time to re-gather thoughts and watch Arsenal take on Spurs near the top of the league and win but with a huge injury list and some tough league fixtures nothing can be taken for granted. I have suggested Arsenal send their injured to Leicester Royal  to quickly get their squad back to full fitness. Yes, I am joking.

Getting ready

Another bright ,  sunny day, finally convincing us to get Tardis Two ready to sail. Arrangements were finalised with the engineers who will confirm when the work will be completed within the next few days.

Comparisons

We had reason to re-visit Liecester Royal this morning and was almost impossible not to compare it with the Royal Orthopaediic in London, which closely resembles something off the Starship Enterprise, while Leicester Compares better with "call the midwife". The building is huge but split into tiny broom cupboards. The other comparison is with Captain Pugwash and the Black Pig which has several layers of "management", none of whom knows what the rest of the crew is doing. Absolute disaster is always avoided by Roger the cabin boy who finds the most simple solution

A quiet ,warm sunny day, further tempting us to get the boat up and running again.

Spring break-0ut

Expect many breakage puns over the next few weeks, reflecting the lighter mood......sorry. The long journey and hours awake all took their toll  on my activities,so nothing much to report today other than to continue my pre-op fitness regime.

Today the regime involved three Bradgate park rangers, two Land Rovers and an all-terrain vehicle plus some very helpfull members of the public, and of course me, as stupid as ever. My walk through Bradgate park was ill-advised, badly planned and badly executed. I can only apologise to all involved. The rangers reunited me with Lynne at one of the park gates where food and drink brought me back to somewhere near normality, albeit mud splattered. 

Give me a break

The mystery of my long-standing ( excuse the pun ) leg wound was finally solved today when the London surgeon confirmed it had been broken but has virtually healed. A minor op to remove a loose bone chip and any remaining infection has been booked for 15th April. The question remains how the break remained  undetected for so long.

Ups and downs

The highs of yesterday failed to repeat themselves for no obvious reasons  but I'm hoping to find answers in London later this week.

Out of hibernation

Spring and summer arrived with a vengeance yesterday, sunshine and very warm. We took the opportunity of showing off the boat to friends. The whole event boosted my esteem considerably.

Unstable

Fabulously sunny day but I am unable to enjoy it as I've regressed to my unstable state, which I thought had long gone. My blood pressure is now OK but it appears to be beyond the wit of man to define what causes me to be unstable. With visits to 2 London hospitals next week perhaps they can spot a problem and solution .

Now here is a word I never anticipated using in my blog. A counsellor arrived from a local cancer charity. I'll repeat that. A counsellor arrived from a local cancer charity. The meeting today was to assess at what level and when my help would begin, but it is a positive, if belated, start.

On a mission

Following the excitement  of paramedics last night this morning was spent seeking medical and counselling help with some hint of progress already.

A non-NHS counsellor is scheduled to visit Saturday and my new diabetic nurse will also visit again in an attempt to sort out my blood sugar readings. I feel like one of the Titanic survivors  bobbing about in a dingy .

Zipidy-doo-day

A warm sunny day, perfect for a stroll round the block and getting the bins in ( not that I have to stroll round the block to get the bins in, but it boosts my fitness regime combining the two ).

   I watched  the first half  of the England v Denmark World Cup warm-up match, fell asleep and woke to no-end of excitement. Neighbour George was holding an I v drip whilst a paramedic was feverishly trying to get me back into the real world. A couple of Lucazades, and a cake helped  before we all retired for the night. England boringly won 1...0 so I failed to miss anything.

My hair has yet to re-appear but I look at this photo from time to time by way of a reminder to my hair follicles .

Escape to the country

An opportunity to visit the boat , not to be missed. We need to licence and insure it again, whilst the safety certificate (a sort of MOT )runs till 2017. The old launch excitement is building again.

An in-depth discussion over lunch threw up a few interesting options including living aboard down South whilst I come to terms with my current state. (?).  I am not physically unwell, just physcolically so.

Apparently. Once again the lack of counselling leaves a large gap in my treatment regime.

Out of hiding

In the event neither of us had anywhere to go so by default we independently opted to stay home and occupy a floor each. Quiet reflection opened up clearer vistas of the way forward together and mutual respect with us both sleeping peacefully for a pleasant change. Today is bright and sunny in every respect.

Blood pressure checked and remains ok. Today was supposed to be a swim day but a dicky tummy put paid to that and a walk had to suffice. Maybe tomorrow?

No hiding place

The volcano has been bubbling under for some considerable time and an eruption was inevitable, as happened this morning. We have both gone our own ways seeking common ground, if it still exists

Last scan?

A fabulously spring-like day. We shopped at the local farm shop, then moved on to Sainsburys before visiting the hospital scanner  for the final time in this sequence. It was a very long and very loud session. I joked a Guns n' Roses concert contained less decibels . They gave me earplugs. I felt like Keith Moon on one his more lucid evenings. Earplugs in, relax and off we went into the Baba O'Reilly intro.

No major hiccups from my swimming adventures , but I feel considerably knackered, something I am doing my best to hide from Lynne.