Which I don’t suppose you’re surprised to learn. Nor was I, actually. I was going to ask if my walking could be improved. He measured me – there’s the length of the bones and then the apparent length, which is influenced by such things as curvature of the spine, the ligaments, worn cartilage and such things. My bones are the same but my right leg is about a centimetre shorter than my left, which is not enough to need one’s shoe built up but he recommends an insole. Great. Now none of my shoes will fit.
I can see that for when I’m going to walk far, I’ll have to wear highly suitable (can’t help equating that with ‘unflattering’) footwear, but when I want to wear something pretty, I think I might get away with a thin insole and getting an extra sole and heel put on each right shoe when I buy a new pair. That should help, shouldn’t it? I asked if the arthritis has caused the imbalance or the odd legs has given rise to the arthritis, and he says it’s likely to be the former, and that dealing with the effects early should help slow down the deterioration. So it’s been highly sensible of me (how unusual is that?) to do something about it.
Anyway, I’m going back on Friday for more ultrasound. And I have picked up a leaflet with times of the aquacise sessions. There is one tomorrow morning. I wonder if I’ll go. As last night, with my work/read/bed decision, I’m led by my whims and the decision itself is only part of it.
You’re all agog, of course, to know what I did last night. Before I went to bed that is, for none of you would let thoughts stray to such distinctly personal matters as how long I read before turning the light out, for instance. Anyway, the newspaper went unread and I got started on the reports. Quite a lot still to do, but it’s starting that’s the hardest part, forming the initial phrases. After that, you get into it and the words flow.
Oh, and I cycled all the way up all the hills. Well, both the hills (that’s Bridge Street and up to the swimming pool, Badgerdaddy). But I couldn’t have done it a week ago when it was cold (and my bike tyres were a bit flat, come to that!). So the spirit of bloody-mindedness is flowing richly through my veins.