As for broken bones and back braces, well, I have mastered the art of getting the brace on and off quite quickly. With the aid of a 'grabber', sent to me by my sister, I can manage to put on jeans and underwear. - quite a feat - but putting anything over my head is virtually impossible, so have to do that with Luigi's help. I can walk slowly, although I still have pretty wobbly legs. I managed to get once round the roundabout on Sunday. It must have been quite a comic sight, tied up in my brace with me clutching onto Luigi's arm and moving at a snails pace. Bloody hard work though and the uphill bit (only a few yards) was really tough. Lots of puffing and panting. The stairs are a good work out for my leg and arm muscles. Thank goodness for the banisters. The cast hopefully comes off my wrist in two weeks, so having my left arm back in action should make things a bit easier. I have a special 'high backed recovery chair' to sit in which helps to keep my posture straight and gives my head support. I stare at the garden and the tv. The bees and butterflies are in abundance. The sun makes the yellow potentilla gleam. The evening light makes the geraniums almost fluorescent. The rain beats down too and cleans the dust off the passion flower leaves. Two baby wood-mice (must be off-spring from the original wood-mouse) scamper at incredible speed through the grass and round the flower pots. They sit at the bottom of the bird feeder feasting themselves on fallen grain.
Friends come by. Last week Amanda gave me another soothing reflexology. The effect knocked me for six, but helped clear my swollen ankles. Wendy spent a solid three hours in the garden, cutting, pruning, weeding and tying back. She did a brilliant job. Mel and Charlie moved loads of studio stuff from Havelock Walk up to my garage (I no longer have my Havelock Walk studio - a very sad state of affairs, more of which on next blog entry). Martyn came for supper. It has been great to have all this contact and start to get some kind of normal rhythm going again. But this week I will see no-one as I want to keep infection-free as possible.
Wish I could climb into my car and drive myself to the sea. I long to feel salt air on my face and listen to the breaking waves. To sit with my eyes closed, face turned to the sun and toes digging into damp sand. To watch kites dance and dive under a summer-blue sky. It's been two years since our camping holiday at East Prawle, pitched in a clover field full of rabbits. I am sure some Devon sea-air would do me the world of good. This time next year I intend to be packing the car with tent and cooking gear and heading south.
Thanks to all for messages, in whatever form they come. Brilliant as usual to hear from you (Tony P, I love your menus). And thanks too to all of you who still follow this blog regularly. I am amazed that so many people still keep up with my progress. It's not been the easiest of journeys, but your support and encouragement has made it a whole lot easier. Fingers crossed now for neutrophils to go up...
Hope everyone well and relaxed as summer continues to shine. Back soon, tch xx
5 comments:
There's a feeling of Autumn in these parts, a bit of a shock. The kids back to school in a few weeks, what seemed everlasting is fast fading. Great you're home and can see the return of your left hand, just in time to cover your eyes when Palace beat your Manc butts!! Only Joking ianx
The butterflies are feasting on the thyme flowers, such a delight. So pleased to hear you are home again, but a shame about Havelock. A good blast of sea air sounds a great idea, a day visit to Camber perhaps. Wish we were nearer xxxP
Hello Tessa - this is your com rad Christine here in the US - It has been a while since I have checked in with you - I am sorry. I have read though a few of you most recent posts. I am sorry you are clumsy and took a tumble - sounds like something I would do? A few months ago I fell face first down my garden steps - I'm so graceful! No broken bones but I banged up my shin and knee pretty good and made for some good drama as I sobbed. Think I scared myself more than anything. One second I was upright the next I was face done in a poofy bunch of ornamental grass!! But I am sorry that you I injured yourself to the extent that you did. Keep keeping on! You will come out victorious! We are fighters. I have 7 months left to my treatment / I just had another bone marrow biopsy that came back all clean no signs of leukemia!!!!!! My hope is that you can feel better and get your energy back to be able to do your art work - have you been able to do any? - is there a link to your work - I would love to see it! Stay strong and be well my friend! Christine
"I can manage to put on jeans and underwear." I know it's been a long time but remember the underwear goes under the jeans. Sorry to hear about the studio. Tony Yard mentioned how nice it was recently. I plucked up the courage to go into the micro-pub near me called the Tankerton Arms (a local shop for local people). They were doing 'beach takeaways' so I had two pints of real ale (none of that virtual stuff) in a milk carton. Real ale = flat beer you pretend to like. They also erected a big screen on Tankerton slopes and had an outside viewing of Peter Cushing's Dracula (Peter Cushing lived in Whitstable). So really enjoying hanging out in Whitstable for August. BTW Kellie has had a really good promotion at college. She's off to Scotland to attend Jenny's wedding this weekend.
Hi Tessa - keep up the exercise old girl. That roundabout is a good yardstick(to mix a metaphor)...watched shooting stars last night in an amazingly clear and crisp Norfolk night sky. So add that on your list of things to do next year. Those perseids come every August. take care
Love Lisa xxx
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