Physio Fiona has taken my second wedge out!! (good news)…and given me near impossible heel raises, squats and plies (ouch!) to do (bad news); altho my ankle has pretty good mobility now, the achilles tendon and calf muscles (which are effectively one and the same) are very, very stiff, which is one reason why getting up and down stairs is still not easy – when you go upstairs especially, you place your toes and the ball of your foot on each step and effectively stretch the calf muscle.. but not if it doesn’t want to. So I sidle up stairs with a full flat foot, sideways, on each step…but brave leg is very keen to slowly climb up and down normally….and take a little stretch..
Jay is getting excited about our hols. We have been to the same place in Greece many times…. and this may be our last time for a while at least… but Jay will get a chance to flex wind-surfing muscles he never knew he had, as his meds alleviate the effects of MG (Myasthenia Gravis – www.myaware.org). Perhaps for the first time he will really see what he can do. All these years, Jay has had hidden strength and I’m sure his marvellous muscles will prove it soon, drugs or no.
I hobbled to a leaving party for a member of staff at the BM yesterday (only one crutch needed!)….the lovely taxi driver did his best to drop me as close as he could to Truckles – a secret pub in a courtyard known only to those who know Bloomsbury I should think. I love London and I’ve only ever lived here. I’ve often wondered if I could live anywhere else….you know, just drop everything and start again somewhere new, as my go-getting parents did. This would take courage. I have a heroic leg….and maybe the rest of me has more gumption than I think….. maybe I should take some advice from this guy….