Gambling, rehabbing and bar hopping!

Well, time continues to march on, as does my recovery.  Unfortunately, it feels like time is moving super quickly while my recovery does the feckin opposite!  Patience was never a strength of mine and I’m really struggling with the total inactivity that my current condition dictates.  Everyone around me tells me that I’m making fantastic progress – going to the pub on crutches instead of in a wheelchair was a big milestone (both for me and the landlords till!!)  I  know I am progressing, it just feels like it’s happening at a snails pace.  One of my rehab consultants suggested that I learn some formal relaxation techniques.  I can’t print what I said inside my head at that suggestion, as I’m sure the puritanical blogger.com admin people would auto delete the various swear words, but what came out was “Yeah, thanks for that – I don’t think that’s really me though”.  Which I thought was very well held.

The gradual transformation of Chez Jones into a well-equipped gym has continued with the arrival of my parallel bars.  I’m finding them really useful and have already noticed a difference in my ability to walk without holding on (I know, who’d have thought that’d be a big deal apart from on an especially large weekend!)  Mr. J (pictured right :-)) and a few of the other usual suspects have also

found them to be much fun, with various attempts at swinging, jumping and general silliness happening regularly.  It’s bound to end in tears – I can just see me being the one to dial 999 for someone lying prone on the dining room floor – oh, the irony….

 

Finally to the gambling.  I went to Ascot races last weekend and had a bloody brilliant time.  Lots of wine and lots of winning, which pretty much sums up how the races should be.  J  Mr. J, by the way, who bleats on about the correct way to gamble, the lineage of horses, blah, blah, blah, won nothing.  Just saying.

Onwards and upwards - with a little bit of sideways thrown in for good measure....