After four days of suffering, discomfort consequential from straining my lateral knee ligament has started abating. Don’t get me wrong, every now and again I’m being blind-sided by sharp joint twinges, leading to a swift unanticipated expulsions of air. However, if required, at least now I can drive again, mercifully affording me greater scope mobility…
Tag: recuperation
Scream If You Wanna Go Faster!
Yesterday morning I took my mum for her second COVID jab. With Maggie suffering a stroke not long after receipt of the initial vaccination, I raised questions regarding potential jeopardy levels from a subsequent injection. Fears calmed by assurances there’s more risk to the octogenarians’s health by declining the coronavirus countering serum. Consequently, as West…
Thank You Very Much
This morning my consultant cardiologist discharged me from further followup appointments. Meetings which since my heart attack in January have become an unwanted but necessary element of yours truly’s existence. On leaving the Leeds General Infirmary (LGI) my mind was cast back to Friday 11th January. A time laying in a cardio ward bed apprehensively…
A Walk On The Lakeside
As part of gradually upping my post-cardiac arrest exercise regime, I increased the distance of yesterday’s daily stroll to three miles. This my longest walk since last November when I took on the not inconsiderable challenge of circumnavigating TV presenter Piers Morgan’s ego. That a draining test of my physical and mental resources which, although…
A Small Setback
Just over three weeks into my post-cardiac arrest recuperation, today’s seen the first day I’ve experienced a setback. This complication a short term chest discomfort following a brisk twenty minute walk I took to the local Sainsburys store, where I’d arranged to meet up with my wife for coffee. This incident was fairly fleeting, however…
What to Watch?
Late this afternoon I’ll be confronted by a conundrum which afflicts us armchair sports fans once or twice a season. Not a problem of earth shattering proportions by any stretch of the imagination, nevertheless a decision still requiring careful consideration. This trivial poser the three football/rugby teams I follow being broadcast live on TV almost…
Passing the Baton
January 2019’s watch is almost at an end. In only a few short hours it’ll be handing over the monthly baton to February who’ll bequeath Northern Hemispherians slightly lighter nights, the Six Nations rugby championships and my uncle Bernard’s birthday. January hasn’t been the kindest of calendar months to yours truly, with it’s 11th day…
Small Steps
I’ve just returned from a post-lunch stroll to pick up cardio meds from the pharmacy. Not a massive walk by any stretch of the imagination, however the half hour return journey was the longest hike I’ve undertaken during my rehabilitation from heart attack. Consequently, I’m heartened (pardon the pun) that I’ve achieved another small but…
Advocacies From The Mug Tree
While seeking an epiphany for today’s blog subject a mug of lukewarm tea bearing the well-meaning words ‘Keep Calm & Chill Out’ stares back at me. Dining table in situ, it’s message somehow seems personal, as if pointing out “Yes, Strachan. I’m talking to you!!” Coincidentally, the teal coloured cup bears the exact wording uttered…