Yay!! Needs must…. and when crossing the Uxbridge Road (dual carriageway), I suddenly discovered I could …run. Yes, run. Well not quite run… but certainly more run-ny than the attempt I made a few weeks ago…. when there was no run at all. When you run, you launch yourself (push-off)… on tip-toe. My heel is raising itself milimetre by milimetre…. it’s really slow..and really hard… but it’s going. I really love my leg for trying so hard. AND… I wore a sandal with a low heel and a rear strap (see pic). What does this mean? It means I should be able to wear shoes (without blister plasters) by the time the autumn comes… because my wonderful skin is working hard and, with massage recommended by Physio Helen, I am de-sensitising the scar tissue area (see pic) which previously refused to have anything touching it…
This weekend saw Jay & I meeting up with 2 old friends who made me the person I am today…… friend Heather (best giggler around) (plus her husband Kevin – a truly lovely and real gentleman) and Nick (ex-boss, and ace builder turned counsellor/buddhist teacher). Going to site with Nick made me realise that I liked buildings and since Heather was a surveyor, I asked her for advice…. I was Chartered about 4 years later. I blame them whole-heartedly for my astounding career success. Walking along Bankside with Jay, Heather and Kevin, it soon became clear that we were all of an age when getting stitched up was becoming a bit too much of a feature. Thankfully Hurricane Bertha showed up like a travelling Niagra Falls across the Thames and showed us that we were so well repaired that following a barefoot Jay as he led us across the Red Sea (OK, embankment floodwaters) is child’s play – and anyone on the wall is a sissy (see pic)….
jx
Ain't we got it made? 