Roll on Thursday!
December 15th 2008 08:51
I can’t wait to get rid of this catheter. The only advantage of it is that I can legitimately use the disability toilet at work- it’s closer than the gents and there’s a lot more room!
I think the most inhibiting thing is not being able to walk quickly. I’m a person who’s always walked at a decent speed, which means I also get a bit of decent exercise in the process. Over the last week I’ve been walking round like an old man who’s forgotten where his muscles are.
And the thing makes me tense: I can’t tell whether I’m just generally uncomfortable or whether it’s tension in my legs that’s making me feel unlike my normal self. Yes, I know there are people everywhere who have real disabilities, or real illnesses, or real suffering. Regrettably, however hard we try, it’s difficult to get past the fact that when you’re suffering in some way, however small it may be, you still feel less than like your usual self.
Because you know what it’s like to be well. At the end of last week, after the antibiotics had pretty much done their work, I was feeling quite healthy again, and it’s a great feeling.
I need to get on and do things that require a bit of energy – otherwise I can see myself having to take fat burners or the like just to keep myself from growing bigger than all my clothes!
But this blasted thing hanging around down below my belt (and I don’t mean the one that God gave me) is stopping me from real activity: running up or down stairs, striding down the hill to work, zipping across the street avoiding traffic. Just a walk to the library from my office last Friday took me three or four times as long as normal – and it’s less than half a kilometre away.
Roll on Thursday!!
Photo by Isirya
I think the most inhibiting thing is not being able to walk quickly. I’m a person who’s always walked at a decent speed, which means I also get a bit of decent exercise in the process. Over the last week I’ve been walking round like an old man who’s forgotten where his muscles are.
And the thing makes me tense: I can’t tell whether I’m just generally uncomfortable or whether it’s tension in my legs that’s making me feel unlike my normal self. Yes, I know there are people everywhere who have real disabilities, or real illnesses, or real suffering. Regrettably, however hard we try, it’s difficult to get past the fact that when you’re suffering in some way, however small it may be, you still feel less than like your usual self.
Because you know what it’s like to be well. At the end of last week, after the antibiotics had pretty much done their work, I was feeling quite healthy again, and it’s a great feeling.
I need to get on and do things that require a bit of energy – otherwise I can see myself having to take fat burners or the like just to keep myself from growing bigger than all my clothes!
But this blasted thing hanging around down below my belt (and I don’t mean the one that God gave me) is stopping me from real activity: running up or down stairs, striding down the hill to work, zipping across the street avoiding traffic. Just a walk to the library from my office last Friday took me three or four times as long as normal – and it’s less than half a kilometre away.
Roll on Thursday!!
Photo by Isirya
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