Achilles Blog 19 – 10.6.14. Standing on my own two feet

Since yesterday, I am standing on my own two feet… feels good! No pain… but only careful pwb on the healing leg. I stand on two feet in the shower, and I take a few pigeon steps around the room… not too many. I do not have full  range of movement, but I can do it. Physio Fiona seemed impressed with my progress. I ask her if I’m getting the same treatment as footballers get – she says footballers are pressured to go back when they’re not ready (even tho they cost ££££)… so my treatment is better!

I finally started doing my job properly again and went to meet a cleaner on site… via train and bus instead of car as I usually do. On the bus back I met Cookie (30/40-something Goth going home to Brighton)… she was wearing the boots I need (to match my DV Boot – see pic )… which she says are…..umm.. very comfortable. Bus driver v kind and made sure I sat down/got off properly before moving off. It was a lovely day (as is today) and I sat low across the seat on the 141 bus, with my back on the window side so I could prop my leg up…. comfortably cocooned as I got chauffered to London Bridge. London’s transport system is just superb.
Hopping around the shops on one leg makes you a (very) minor celeb round here – people notice. I’m getting less attention with the DV boot….this, for me, means I’m morphing into the next stage. The osteopath says some people make the most of their disability by allowing it to define them. She didn’t think that was for me … she has great faith in me!

Talking of football… the great football festival is starting on Thursday. The first World Cup I really remember was 1970 in Mexico. I was on holiday in Swanage, Dorset with my primary school  – a really beautiful summer…wandering around the shops care-free and cricket on the beach at Studland bay. I watched Brazil with stunned admiration… the beauty and talent of the legs of Pele, Socrates and Jairzinho (watch No 7 slice through the defence on his own.. We’re in Brazil and it’s party time!!! and dear Jay will tolerate me, i hope, as I watch a bunch of grown men kick a ball from one side of a pitch to the other…..for a whole month…

goth boot

About aintwegotitmade

Who am I?.......well, I'm getting to that age where I have to think about that before I answer... My name is J, I'm married, and my husband and I live in the great city of London. I started this blog as an update to family and friends when I completely ruptured my Achilles tendon a few years ago (see The first post). I am so fortunate in every possible way...and in all honesty, I'm just using this blog to remind myself... Why is it called Ain't we got it made?: this is a line from one of my favourite songs (Sing Baby Sing - Have I got it made? Well - I've got a roof over my head, running water right into my house, a fully-stocked supermarket round the corner, free and readily available healthcare; and I live with my lovely husband in a great city, in a beautiful country, where I feel safe and secure.... I rest my case. Fact or opinion: I am not an expert on anything… but I can confirm that everything in this blog is either fact or opinion. I hope to post regularly, mostly about things I find uplifting, positive, amusing, optimistic, important..or perhaps just about regular daily life...but I won't bother you too much. Thanks for stopping by... jx
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