I’d reassured myself that my own (left, that is – the Sage owns my right one) hip was fine, by standing on my right leg and drawing my foot up – when it touched my bottom and I felt no pain (apart from kicking myself in the butt), I stopped worrying. Until last night, when I remembered that tests my knee, not my hip. So, I’ve just done the hip test.
Well, the good news is that it made me notice the cobweb on the ceiling, which I have now removed. The less than good news is that I reckon I will be getting a new left hip in a few years. Do excuse me while the cyber-air turns blue for a few minutes. Having had one done, I know that the operation isn’t the problem, it’s the years in the meantime while it deteriorates enough to be operated on. And last year was so lovely, I appreciated every little thing that I was able to do again, and the thought of gradual decline is a really unhappy one.
Having said that, it isn’t stopping me doing anything yet, I wear heels, I walk fast, I can put my legs pretty well anywhere I want to. Still, I’ll start to save for my 65th birthday or so. Maybe earlier.
Though, there is other good news. It seems that my knees are fine.
Anyway, I’ll continue to focus on good news. Winkie is arriving tomorrow, and all the family will be here for Saturday evening. I have thought of a genuine reason why buying an iPad would be a fine idea (will hang on for the new improved one in the spring, however) and it isn’t even self-centred – that is, the Sage would love it for eBay. Not having to fiddle around with a laptop’s control pad or a mouse would be a joy to him. Even he can manage my phone effortlessly, and my friend John said that he was surprised how easy it was to use. He especially loved the pinch movement to zoom in and out.
Irritations did happen today, I confess. I went on a Safeguarding training thingy in November, where I and the Safeguarding (I keep writing Sageguarding!) governor asked about accredited training, and were met with blank stare and told that was it. Now I’ve had an email to suggest she and I go on a half-day course next Tuesday, which will cost the school £60 for each of us. I can, other governor can’t. Well, I can, but I’ll have to tell the music teacher I can’t go to her lessons, which disappoints both of us. I think that’s enough about being irritated, I’ve got over the rest…well, I wasn’t exactly dismayed about that, it’s just that I’m thoroughly disorganised and even I would have got that right, and I’m not paid for competence.
Tomorrow – well, as I said, Wink will arrive, sometime in the afternoon. In the early afternoon, I’ll go to the blood donor clinic. Indeed, darlings, to give rather than to receive, because ’tis better, unless unavoidable. I shall remember not to drink wine at lunchtime, but to have lots of water instead.