Summer hours

I was dreading physio.

I felt as though another GA and op would be preferable.

The appointment was made. I counted off the days and decided each day would be an opportunity to practise a stagger/limp/hobble.

Except I didn’t. I decided every day was tomorrow and put off applying the splint, putting on a shoe, and attempting to take a step without falling over.

I wanted to enlist Partner’s help. He wanted to help in the morning. I wanted to practise in the evening when I’d had all day to psyche up to it.

But on the evening before the op/torture physio he obliged, so with one arm around his very strong shoulders supporting my operated leg, I took a few tentative steps.

The next day, around noon, we tried again. I stood up. OWWWW! and sat down immediately as the pain shot through my heel and up my leg.

My ambulance transport arrived and carried me out as efficiently as ever. ‘Physio?’ asked one I’d not seen before.

‘Yes. I’m not looking forward to it.’

‘It might not be that bad,’ he replied.

Huh. What does he know about an ankle broken on both sides, I thought. I looked out of the window and felt sick.

There is clear demarcation at the hospital entrance. The ambulance staff get a hospital wheelchair, bring it into the truck using the electric tail-lift, I hop in and they drop me just inside the door and demand that reception gets me a porter. Physio is about ten seconds away, but clearly ambulance staff do not pass reception. Same process on return. Porter dumps me at desk, reception calls for an ambulance.

Sadly, once in physio, I didn’t have long to wait.

A fit healthy-looking young man called my name and off we went to a curtained bay.

Now, part of the reason I was dreading this, was because back in hospital, before being discharged, my crutch experience was not good. Hopping on unstable crutches and with the handicap of a few extra kilos of plaster was not a success. I was wobbly, and hopping up steps was a disaster.

But luckily, he didn’t throw a pair of crutches at me and say, ‘Start walking’.

We did paperwork, discussed accident and op, and what I did in my spare time. Uh? What’s the relevance of that? I rattled off walking, swimming, cycling, reading.

‘We need to know so that we can get you to be able to cycle again.’ Ah.

‘We’re not just being nosy,’ he added.

Unlike Mr Doom and Gloom surgeon, he didn’t seem to find anything untoward with the current state of The Ankle.

‘Some swelling still, muscle wastage, all to be expected at this stage,’ he said.

And then I had to stand up, and lean on the bed and move from side to side.

At least he wasn’t having me running round the ward.

‘I’ll print out an exercise sheet, so you’ve got a record, don’t worry about remembering.’

Then I lay on the bed and we started on some exercises. I could live with this. I was definitely relaxed.

And when I was putty in his hands…

‘We need to get you walking. I’ll go and get some crutches.’

Oh. My bubble just popped.

Clever technique these physios. Charming, persuasive, supportive, and you WILL walk.

Totally different attitude to nurses, whose immediate urge is to look after you, and do everything.

Here – it’s actually the rehab department – the whole focus, unsurprisingly, is on getting you to do everything to regain independence. Nurses would take off my splint and put it back. In physio: ‘Can you take off your splint/put it on.’ It was an instruction disguised as a question.

So I did as I was told, put on the splint, shoes, and prepared for the worst. Except I didn’t fall over. Yes dear reader, I really did limp/hobble around the cubicle. I was rather pleased. And then he pulled the curtains aside to reveal the big wide ward. ‘Keep going,’ he said encouragingly. Mr Steel Fist in Velvet Glove.

Perhaps we were going on a trip around the hospital? I headed towards the door not daring to disobey. Just before the door, ‘Now start turning around in a big wide circle.’

I did that too. And off I limped back to the luxury of the wheelchair. Except I was in such a rush to escape from the crutches I was told off for not following the correct seating procedure. I was covered with shame, I offered to make amends.

‘Shall I do that again to practise?’

Velvet Glove looked slightly mollified. ‘Yes.’ So I did. Not the walk for goodness sake, just the up and down. But to be fair, he did explain why what I did was wrong, and that the correct way would avoid putting undue pressure on my shoulders.

And that was one of the good things about this session. He actually did take time to explain what each exercise would do, and which muscles would or should improve.

Back in the UK, say turn of the century, I went to see a physio about my back when I had sciatica. No X rays, just a GP referral. Physio decided my spine was like Quasimodo’s and I needed to realign it by leaning against door frames. Or walls. Once she had pronounced that, she cleared off leaving me to lean against something while she diagnosed other Quasimodos. The ward was probably full of ten or twenty of us all leaning against something while she was having a fag and a coffee break.

In Gib, I got 40 minutes personal attention from start to finish. He was thoughtful, helpful and supportive. He must do this day in, day out and get bored to tears, but I thought he was very good. We’ll see what happens next week, because oh yes, he wants to check on my progress and we can try stairs. Gulp.

Interestingly one neighbour was asking about my health with Partner and said he’d paid privately for his daughter’s physio because the hospital service was poor. I’ve only had one session but I certainly can’t criticise the service I received. And like anything, it’s luck of the draw who you are allocated in a state-funded service. Discussing this with Partner after my session, he muttered, ‘His daughter is fat. As gross as my sister was.’ I can imagine that might make physio difficult.

Wellington Front is the scene of the mishap. I finally found some photos that in true Blue Peter fashion, I had taken earlier. So here they are. Plus the evil perpetrator Snowy, good dog Pippa, (who at least never landed me in hospital on his various cat escapades), and some riveting ankle shots. Well, it is more or less riveted together. Captions on all photos if you hover or flick on the gallery mode.

I saw the same cheery chaps on my return ambulance trip.

I told the one he was right. 'It wasn't so bad, you were right. I should listen to my ambulance staff.'

'I broke both legs at once,' he added nonchalantly.

'Playing football?'

'No, jumping out of a parachute. I was in the Parachute Regiment.'

No wonder he looked at my piffling broken ankle without sympathy.

'I was walking in eight weeks, and running after twelve. Otherwise I'd have been out of a job. Mind over matter. They don't mind and I don't matter.'

And while mind over matter is a cliché, it is true in terms of recovery, as a number of you have reminded me.

Summer hours

Which brings me to the last part of the post. Gibraltar is now on its famous summer hours. This is where government and utility offices work even less hours than normal, and *some* shops but not all, also change their hours. This is so they can all enjoy summer and go to the beach. There is nothing consistent to it though. But if you want to get anything done between mid-June and September, the only safe hours are 10-12 noon. Otherwise you fall prey to bizarre and inexplicable opening hours.

Construction does not operate summer hours. Why would it? Makes far more sense for construction workers to be out in the heat of the day while oppressed air-conditioned office workers are released early to go down the beach.

In fact Partner’s firm did introduce summer hours once apparently. All the greedy Spaniards moaned about it, so it was scrapped.

However, I too will be on summer hours in an attempt to sort mind over matter and improve my rather feeble gait. And because I am frightened of my physio.

I have six sets of exercises to do four times a day, plus walking practice. That will be taking priority over blogging. I’ll be around intermittently as and when.

Have a lovely summer. Or winter if you are darn sarf of the Equator.

90 comments on “Summer hours

  1. Your physio sounds super….and where you unwisely formed an obstacle to the progress of the Podenco looks decidely unsuper.
    Mind and matter…? You can have all the mind you want but the matter is still the matter….and the mind needs to take that into account.
    Leo has always astonished hospital staff by the speed of his recovery….but that’s only put on for their benefit…he always knew how to counterfeit the signs they were looking for and would then achieve his aim of recovering properly at home.
    Though we did have to spring him on his last disatrous hospital experience in France..
    Do your exercises…get mobile…a podenco needs you…..


    • I was pleasantly surprised with my physio. The problem with WFront is that it is quite simply not the safest place to walk. However, it has the bonus points of being five mins from home, empty, enclosed (so long as the gates are shut) so therefore a great place to take Little Rat to unleash some energy. But preferably not in my direction. You need to look where you are going which of course I was doing, easy to say now, I should have stopped until he caught up with me :( Still, it could have been much worse.

      I think if you appear relatively compus mentus and have someone at home, they are more flexible. I worked very hard to get out on my final day. I could see another week coming and going and I would still be there.

      I remember you mentioned that tantalising incident.

      A Podenco has rapidly got used to me not taking him out, so I have become something to play with or go to sleep on.


  2. Goodness, you are up for a challenge – but you did really well on your first visit to physio. So glad you got a good therapist who explains things to you – helps you to understand why you are doing the exercises that you are doing. Hope you do well in the week leading up to your next visit.


    • Thanks Colline. It was much better than I expected. I just need to make sure I get the balance right on the exercises, enough, but not too much. With which, it’s time for another round…


  3. Whew. Velvet Glove sounds like a winner. It takes a special person to do the job right and make the patient comfortable with it all. Any chance to find out exactly when he’s there so you schedule the next appointment to coincide.
    We’ve also experienced the total waste of time experience with someone who might as well be that non-communicative wall. The first person was great and spent time and explained, the next one – ugh. (Still think you are best off in a smaller community.) The transit driver has a story – you’ll have to get him to spill it? Encouraging the whole thing went well – and you’ve got written instructions. Exercises do need to take priority at this point if you want to recover as much as possible ( I keep reminding Mr Shoulder here…won’t listen. He’s gonna regret it. Sigh. When does it become negligence preferable? Sigh again. Maybe if I approach with mandated Gib Summer Hours?)
    With the temps in upper 90’s now, some construction is done at night. (only in upper 80’s then, but no glaring sun). Most roofers begin at daybreak for a few hours – then quit until after 6 or so.
    Lots of the big machines (cranes, road work, some farm tractors) have air conditioned cabs. Was in the city yesterday – it’s astounding how much building is going on here. Reason the roads are so crummy (that and the mayor has ignored the road repairs for years and handed out high salaries – but not to police of firemen)
    What does Snowy and Pippa think of your exercises and walking progress? Eagerly waiting a return of times hauling down the beach and ramparts? (eye roll form Pippa sensed)
    Stay cool and be careful. Hasta mañana (when more interesting things to relay)


    • I’m hoping there’s going to be continuity with Velvet Glove. He did talk about seeing me again next week, so fingers crossed. We’ll see, appointment was confirmed this morning by ‘phone. Continuity makes sense, just as with the surgeons and nurses.

      Trouble is, need to time exercises around Snowy. He likes to sleep on the sofa with me, so can’t do exercises then. He thinks the splint and the pink tension strip are Podenco Toys for the destruction of. Today he’d taken pink thing and a crepe bandage under the table while I was dozing off – bad night battling off a bloodthirsty mosquito.

      A local landlord wanted some work done at night – so he doesn’t lose money closing the bar – and our mate Pepe was horrified. It’s right under a block of flats. Can you imagine drilling and banging starting at midnight?

      We had a lot of building work in the pueblo some years back. Road got resurfaced at least twice.

      Pippa indeed rolled his eyes. As well as the other toys Snowy has eyed up, he has identified the crutches as potential invaders or aliens that need to be attacked when they grab hold of Misery. I fear Accident Mark 2.

      Gracias. Must remember to wash in the evening to cool down and hopefully avoid the mozzies. Hasta luego.


  4. Frigging hate winter….

    Yes, recovery has a lot to do with mind over matter. Ah…think of all the fun you are currently missing out on not being able to chase after Partner during these long hot Gib. evenings in nothing but a slip. And yet, the irony of course, it was a slip that got you into this position. ;)
    Something to look forward to for next summer….


    • Wimp…

      I like it. It’s pretty much like an English autumn. Chilly in the mornings and then roasting. We’ve been down the beach for Christmas in our youth.

      A slip. What on earth is one of those? I don’t think I have ever had one. Oh, gym slip maybe? Except it was called a pinafore dress. I did NOT slip. I was pushed. Honest ref.

      Next summer? I’m taking everything a day at a time. You never know what will happen.


      • Wimp…

        Absolutely! I have earned my creature comforts thank you, and I count sunshine and warmth among them.

        A slip. What on earth is one of those? I don’t think I have ever had one.

        Don’t say The Ark doesn’t learn you things. Not a website I generally lurk on….however, this should clear up any and all ignorance on your part.
        Nothing to fear by clicking, btw!

        I did NOT slip. I was pushed. Honest ref.

        Well, in the absence of ‘Goal line technology’ or ‘Action replays’ we’ll have to take your word for it. But don’t make a habit of it otherwise you’ll pick up a rep for diving.


        • I’ve earned mine. Number one is not working in a fucking office again run by tossers, if I can help it. And looking out from said gaol during the week at glorious sunshine wishing I was out there.

          I clicked. As I said, not me. I prefer unisex clothing, which translates to I steal his clothes. Men’s clothes are much comfier. Can you imagine me in one of those things? Don’t answer that. Serves no purpose at all.

          I joined the diving club at university. I wanted to look so elegant. Sadly we had a flipping French champion in the club. So I decided on life-saving. The instructor was not interested in saving my rep. Anyway, I fell backwards with the dog, so that was NOT a dive. Just a slippery slope.

          Gib used to have a La Senza shop. Very good. I’ll leave you to look it up.


  5. Sounds like this man will have you up and running ( or walking at least) in no time at all. That’s great. I hope you stay scared enough of him to persevere and show him just how quickly you can do it. At least you can practice at home where he can’t see you, or hear the names he’s being called.


    • Hobbling and limping, more like it :D practising at home is good though, no pressure apart from the fear of not having improved enough…

      It’s a pretty basic hobble, but it’s a start. He’s talking about putting 30% weight through that foot, so def baby steps. The other exercises are a mix of flexing the ankle and strengthening the feeble calf muscle after ten weeks inactivity.


  6. Good luck with your physio rehab. A friend has just done a Mark Cavendish – smashed his shoulder blade to smithereens and broken his collar bone in three places. Hit a pot hole on a bike ride. He’s a painter and decorator by trade. Won’t be easy for him, either.
    See you around, as and when …


    • Thanks Jenny. It feels like progress of some sort, however slow. Ouch to your friend though :( not tech a Cavendish as he is meant to have a photographic memory for potholes. Just read that out to Partner – cycling painter and decorator – and he looked rather shocked. That will be a nightmare for arm usage and lifting. Partner had a bar arm at one point, couldn’t lift it above his head. Anyway, it resolved itself after ages when he fell down a tree hole :)


  7. Physio, this makes me smile because it reminded me of my short episode. While in HDU I was often told to get out and into chair next to bed. I did this but with all sorts of tubes hanging out of me it was rather difficult. But do it I did. then another time they loaded all the stuff onto a trolley and I hobbled off along the ward for a few turns and back..
    But the funny part was when I was released to my final recovery ward, the first afternoon a couple of young ladies, physios both, they took me for a walk along a passage and up and down some stairs and then said you can go home. There I was knackered and puffing like a smoker, and trying to gain some semblance. it still took another week before I was allowed out…
    I wish I could make it as entertaining as you do.. Getting to the end of the tunnel is near..


    • The ward physio wasn’t remotely the same. So strange. And I did see a senior member of staff. Yet, the old woman next to me was getting daily OT and he was very good.

      I refused to get out of bed on the grounds that I needed to keep my leg elevated for the fracture blisters to drain. Someone only asked me once. ‘No.’ End of that. I had a prime view from my bed, I could sit up, lie down, all while keeping the leg up because of moveable beds and a manual elevation platform, why would I want to sit in a grotty chair? I understand the idea of getting people out of bed but I saw no value in my case I wasn’t at risk of bed sores, and I needed those blisters to drain.

      UK for you? And pressure on beds. I had some interesting discussions with one British nurse who was out for a couple of years, and we compared the difference in practice. I have to say, while I wanted to go home, it was also very nice to think I wasn’t being chucked out early because someone needed the bed. There was no pressure on me, or anyone else to go home.

      I don’t know whether it is entertaining or not. My views, a bit like the original idea of a web log as a diary. I’m writing for me, or it will just disappear into the past and I won’t remember it. This way I will. Thoughts, impressions, care, the lot.

      I think your tale would be interesting. Guess it depends how you tell it. Maybe for you, better to include within fiction if you don’t want to do a straight narrative. Anyway, I’ve got stuff all else to write about right now!


  8. Wow, your Physio sound excellent. I think the biggest hurdle you needed to get over (‘scuse the pun), was the fear of the unknown…..will it support you, will it hurt etc, it is so obvious reading this post his confidence boosting has worked wonders, you sound so much more positive.


    • I was a bit surprised. It does hurt, I expected that. I didn’t think it would take the weight, or that I would be able to shuffle straight away after a ten week ‘break’ 😉

      Thanks, yes, but it’s still tiny steps though.


  9. Reassuring and timely summer hours knowing you are in good hands, making progress with recuperating, and the four legged members of the household are just fine :)
    Thanks – I spend most of my weekdays adjacent to a sunny window, at home make the most of cool weather comforts and in between wear jacket, scarf and boots. And I have the amusement of the anticpation of my own version of summer hours, but all in good time


    • Well two of the household are hobbling, as Pippa has his summer arthritis, but we’re all still here, and taking summer how we can.

      I’ve always liked winter clothes. Especially boots, and big jackets. Not huge freezing cold wet windy winter, just the right sort of winter weather. Went walking once togged up in full gear, and it was a freak day, we were stripped right down to vests, carrying loads of clothes and still roasting! I can remember it now, February, Northumberland, 1990 something.


  10. Your description of the physio seems it wasn’t such a bad experience though you dreaded it.
    Wish you well with the exercises and hope you will be on your feet sooner. See you around.


    • A pleasant surprise. If you imagine the worst, the reality may often be better. Either way, I was doing my usual trick of thinking in an hour or two, this will be over and I will be home. It’s a helpful way to focus for me.

      Thank you. I will try to visit, but may cut down on the writing.


        • You sound like my physio! He said I need to find a balance between doing not enough, too much and what works. I’m tempted to push it too far, I know. A lot of the exercises are to build up the wasted calf muscle, one, and using the crutches is to help the wrist. It’s very much all round physio. I think I should be ok so long as I think about walking before running. Thanks Mak.


  11. Glad to see that you are in the next stage. I can tell you this: the physio is difficult and frustrating but it works. My experience was with a broken arm a few years back and I found that when the cast was removed the whole left arm was basically useless. In time–2 months or so–it was pretty much back the same as ever. A lot of effort was expended in those two months though. I did not measure the progress in days, perhaps not even in weeks. Maybe fortnights would be better markers, at least in my case. I figure, scaled up as my break was not as severe, your experience will hopefully be much the same.
    Speaking of summer hours, something similar happens over my way. It’s confined to government and government-funded jobs too. The one thing i’d add is that it’s hard getting non-routine things done here in the summer as people tend to schedule as much of the annual leave in the short summers we have. BTW it’s 28 right now and was 25 yesterday so it does warm up. Just last week on a 25C day I was out watching icebergs :-) Only in Newfoundland.


    • I think post-op physio is more focused. As a kid, with problem ankles, I had intensive physio. I still remember going up and down a little stair platform with my plaster cast and wooden rocker twice a week!

      When I did something (no idea what) to my arm/wrist/hand seven years ago, it was out of action for four months. But with self physio, I didn’t go to hospital cos I figured I didn’t need to, I gradually regained use. Interestingly, keyboard use for fingers started it off, and then the strength gradually spread up the arm.

      I know the leg is going to be long-haul, so it’s day at a time.

      I read one of your berg posts, it was brill, wrote a long comment and it sunk. Gutted.


  12. How lucky you were with your nice physiotherapist. It all sounds very hopeful. Good luck with the exercise. You’ll get there eventually, and soon be hopping and skipping around, as though the accident never happened. I speak from experience. :)


    • I’m not easily impressed, but he was good. I’m doing a mix of exercises. Always consciously trying to build up calf, and quad (a weak point with me which led to a knee prob on the same leg!) and flexing the ankle and weight bearing. I know it will be eventually, but I’ve got this far, I’ll get the rest of the way. Thanks.


  13. When you mentioned about how it took you all day to get psyched for a supported hobble with hubby (partner, whatever) I got began to get worried… needn’t have! You did brill, Kate!

    Foot looks much better than it used to. It has taken a long time for you to get this far though.

    Enjoy your time at the finca. :D

    Love the doggy pics! :D (my favs)

    Pics of wellington… really give clearer scenes of your accident… that gutter thingy looks dangerous! Not to mention those open gun ports! Maybe if you had been wearing your “wellingtons” :D you might have been safer? (just a thought)


    • I think brill is a slight exaggeration. The brill one was the man with the right technique. Few and far between…

      Foot looks better, but improvement seems to be slowing now :(

      Thank you. Dogs say thank you too.

      I’d have been better with full length, steel toe capped riggers’ boots.


      • Ok… I stand corrected. (actually I’m seated, so I’m sat corrected) :D Raspberries to that!

        I suppose slow improvement is better than non (shrugs)


        If you say so :D


  14. You lack true blogging dedication. There must be some good ways to integrate blogging with the exercises. Even if the computer has to go on the floor and you operate the mouse with your good foot and the keyboard with your nose. Some minor inconveniences are to be expected to enable you to fulfil your obligation to keep us fully informed. (Can you get an exclusive booking for that phisio? He seems a gem. The only ones I have ever met were sadistic brutes who trained with the Gestapo.)


    • Yes. I want to walk. The exercises seem to involve all parts of the anatomy just to improve one leg. And of course, I need to recover afterwards. Which is another reason why exercising on bed/sofa is useful.

      He is also a sadistic gem. Just disguises it with supremely helpful charm. ‘Twill be interesting to attend my second appt. they have a large sign threatening you with being discharged from Dachau if you miss appointments, so my life is now fitting around these latest demands.


      • So they indulge in torture AND dire threats! Definitely a Gestapo element in there somewhere.

        Remember, it was walking that got you into this situation in the first place – although, admittedly, where you walked had something to do with it.


        • I think we can agree on the Gestapo training of physios, however cleverly it may be disguised among the more sophisticated members of the corps.

          It wasn’t where I walked, it was what I walked, ie the free roaming cannonball disguised as a Podenco.


    • I’ve glanced at his blog before and didn’t feel inclined to hang around. Not my thing. As you well know. I couldn’t possibly have commented on that post, I would have agreed with you. Where would my street cred be then?

      Did you mean to the end, or all the comments? Not that it matters I always do, although DP seems to think your comprehension powers were lacking.


  15. I have appreciated the running commentary on the quality of health care there. It gives me something to compare with our system in the U.S. or more appropriately the care given here in Hawai’i. The knowledge doesn’t give me any real advantage I suppose other than I might gain the edge in a heated discussion. One must be prepared you know. Sending healing vibes your way, Dohn.


    • A person is very lucky in life not to need health care, and I don’t mean going to the doctor with a sniffle. Especially as we age. The only insight I can provide is treatment for a broken ankle, possible complications – fracture blisters before and a leaking wound afterwards – plus how long the whole process takes, and I’ve only had a week hobbling on crutches. But, if you want to compare state-provided service with insurance/private care, then it gives a reasonable insight. My care has actually come courtesy of my partner’s contributions as he was the one working, giving us both entitlement to health care. It also continues when he is out of work. That, to me, is a good deal. Plus, more to the point, the available care and treatment is the same for everyone.


      • What’s annoying in the US health care situation? All the elected congressional leaders, the President – his family and all the workers and staff of Congress(and their families) and the White House all have a separate(better) health care plan – for the rest of their lives. (and subsidies)
        Doesn’t exactly seem fair…if Obama care is so good, why did they fight so to keep their own? (People brought it up during construction of the healthcare program/bill, but were ignored)
        Universal equal care is a good concept, but what we got in the US is a mess created by insurance companies, Pharma, hospital corporations – and lobbyists.
        Sadly, we no longer trust/believe this government. It has proven it can’t even manage a small health care system with veterans.
        (A tad cranky -1). eldest uncle had stroke and my cousin had to fight fed. medicare: they wanted him to go home after 2 days although he needed treatment (bronchitis) and needed to stay at least 1 more day. They refused to pay. Oh, well, he’s old. 2) recent payment by gov insurance to doc who is treating husband’s shoulder: $1.00. Yes. That’s right. We called and said he only billed $100.00. Isn’t this a bit odd? But that’s all they would pay as it was continuing treatment check/reevaluation. No wonder it’s getting difficult to find a doc who will treat people over 65 and on medicare (and now that’s the only option once you hit that “retirement” age…no one is retired anymore with all the $$$ we have to pay for poor coverage.) Sorry, will sit down now. Bubbling fountains…soothing bubbling fountains.
        Do hope things are going well! Paw waves to pups


        • I read that elsewhere. Politicos get a different deal. Um why?

          I think the times are wrong to introduce universal health care. European countries that did it years ago, have it built into the system. We have 70 years of it in the UK. It’s cultural. And your country has a very different perspective to the UK 70 years ago. And even today. Look at the gun law attitudes.

          It’s one thing to introduce a system at a time if radical change ie post World War Two, idealism etc. it’s another trying to bolt on a botched effort to a very different system. I thought Clinton had the best vision for American health care, but she’s rather a bogey woman :(

          Cold showers, soothing fans (except we don’t use them – uses electricity) open those windows, slight breeze, sigh.

          Pups send snoozes all round. Well, Pippa is having a late night snack from the biscuit tin, but now flopping on those oh so cool tiles. I could do to sleep on them too. Not even 30 here, but humid humid.


          • I think you are right about the timing/era. Of course it doesn’t help when the special ones who determine all our fates give themselves an extra special deal….because they are too good for? Because they want/deserve better for themselves. Suspicion and distrust the result obviously.
            Clinton talked about her “vision” but she actually had little involvement in what she touts as her Healthcare program. Once again distrust after so many “I mispoke, let me explain” incidents. Sigh
            Oh, the newest idiotic idea? Talking grocery carts that sy cheery positive comment when you buy what the government has decided is healthy and appropriate purchases…yeah, like those won’t end up playing in traffic. Thought that might give you a laugh. Humidity, dreading return of sun with all the moisture we’ve now got …really need an escape trip elsewhere. take care


          • Talking grocery carts?!! But when you buy some junk food do they say ‘put that rubbish back where you found it? It will make you fat, clog up your arteries and give you a heart attack’. Or, when Partner piles in his usual quota of San Miguel tinnies, ‘I hope you’re not going to drink all those at once. You know the Chief Medical Officer’s advice for safe drinking limits, don’t you?’


  16. At least he’s a nice guy. I had a PT many years ago I hated and we would fight and fight. He loved to hook my arm up to this machine that sent shocks through the injury. I hated it and it hurt. the dogs are so cute and your ankle–ouch!


    • Hmm, it would be nice if he was remotely pleasant. I’m thinking we might get to the fighting stage. I think he is good, but… I’ll wait until the next appt before I start the character assassination.

      Dogs are always a help when stressed. Even if they do want my sofa.


  17. enjoyed this blog — especially the news that your ankle is mending well. Well done on the physio– and on the reporting of said visit. I could easily imagine….

    thanks, too, for the photos. My mental image from the initial description didn’t include so much rock! ouch.


  18. La La La…just wandering over. Hope the ankle/leg is gaining strength and moving becoming less of a nuisance. (Molly is dreaming of cooler weather – we have to lug her off the couch and make her go out now….She says Pippa is her role model – at least for the summer)


    • Lala, I know I’m not around so much. But I did give an advance warning.

      If I can think of anything to write about apart from The Ankle I may post this weekend. Maybe.

      I’m not sure how it is. Crutches keep slipping on dg dribble. Stupid crutches.

      Pippa is calm and serene. Went out for his evening walk. Was admired by a couple with GSD and Belgian shepherded (dogs back in UK). Got bored with admiration and lay down. Sensibly.

      Top tip Molly. Admiration is boring. Lie down and make a silly big eye face.


      • It’s still raining – (not complaining – out of drought, temps in upper 80’s when cloudy…but when the sun comes out – bake-o-rama.) Running out between showers. Lots of wet towels
        Careful with the stupid crutches – tile is wonderful most of the time….about ready to bribe the German to come for a visit just in attempt to shakes some energy into Molly…she’s decided to sleep until fall I think. Can’t be good for her. Annual check-up at vet Monday…maybe she suspects…
        Just wanted to let you know your fans are still around – we’ll wait! hasta later


        • Partner is not happy with them. Wants me to get around without…

          He was talking to someone yesterday who broke her leg and couldn’t use them. She literally crawled around her home. She refused to have home physio (didn’t want them taking her kids saying she couldn’t manage) so they threatened to discharge her. Fine, she said. I’m discharged. And that was the end of it.

          Snowy is bounding around already. Hello Molly! Time to wake up! Come play with Snowy! Let’s find things to destroy! Boring old Pippa never does that, we could have such fun together!


  19. Why are your comments closed on Reviews yet not on here? Bored with the subject? I found it quite interesting (and wanted to ask Andrew how he managed the freebie to Madrid :) )


  20. what a great physio experience, if physio can be considered great. but he sounded like he knew what he was talking about, and he was being both helpful and informative. good to hear. it is now a few weeks since you posted this, and i trust that all is going as it should be. here’s hugs, cheers and purrs (the latter from Timmy, of course) sent your way as you continue on the road to recovery! XX >^^<


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