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View attachment 580158Life could be worse. You could be me. Dog sitting a 5 month old pedigree spaniel that is mental. Really. Arthur is very confused by this little lunatic. Think TAZ from the cartoons. Only time she was vaguely quiet was between 3 and 5 am this morning and for 30 mins after being walked for two hours.
She goes home tomorrow. Itās going to be a long 24 hours. Can you give a dog Ritalin?
Thatās a grim series of things, SLL. One of those alone is enough to turn down the enjoyment of life a couple of notches and turn the stress knob up by the same amount. Achillesā tendon injuries are best diagnosed quickly and if they get onto to it fast, thatās a very good thing. A skier friend fo mine really mangled his, and although he was six months in plaster it repaired really well. Really sorry that the treatment for cancer has been so debilitating...but I wonder if the way that cycling works could make good times still a possibility: I had a ābig oneā where someone hit me and broke my spine. A stable fracture fortunately. But they also had separated my shoulder. I was a long time in recovery. I got back on the bike and it just depressed me deeply. No strength. No balance. No way was I anywhere near my previous level of performance or fitness. I didnāt go out for weeks. But then I realised I had the wrong mindset. I just needed to do as much as I could. If that was a flat gravel cycleway for 15 minutes and then a rest, then that would be it. And that became satisfying. Thatās the great thing about cycling, you can just sit there and put in a tiny pedal input, and you are away. It doesnāt need to be up an impossible climb. After a while my body responded and that did my mind and mental space so much good. I realised that I needed to think of my previous cycling as the past. I could have died that day I got hit. So I began to think that this was not the same life - I was leading a new one, and it was getting better in small, small steps.Oh boy I can only send my best wishes to you all. I'm not having a great time myself. I spent most of 2020 shielding due to being on the extremely clinically vulnerable list. Then my cancer also decided to return, it's not curable but treatable.
I was lucky I am able to work from home and my work place is very supportive. Treatment was going well and I was able to get out when lockdown was eased.
Then in June my father in law died suddenly. So we've been travelling Somerset regularly to support mother in law.
My employer organised a BBQ in September as a welcome back for the staff (most of us have been working from home) This included some team sports, during one I did my ankle in. I had to pick my wife up from Somerset so I strapped my ankle up and went to get her. When I got back I had to go for a blood test, while I was at the hospital I though I'd go into A&E about my ankle. Turns out I'd ruptured my achilles tendon and was immediately put in plaster. I'm going to be in plaster for months.
Just so fed up and frustrated it seems to be one thing after the other. I'm now stuck at home again. I haven't been on a bike for over a year. Turns out the cancer treatment my have weakened my tendons and muscles. Finding it hard to stay positive.
THM you do realise that the worldwide Conspiracy of Dogs has been going brilliantly since it was conceived by the canine species in pre-History. Donāt t let those Doe Eyes fool you - she is thinking: āā¦.this is going perfectlyā¦I need to report back to Dog Centralā¦I have reeled them in and have them caughtā¦human 0011556666ABg* is now hooked please record this in the new database. From now on all I need to do is eat, sleep and enjoy the central heating. Perfect. I will make sure I chase a stick to please them, and try not to get too muddyā¦just enough to make them really careā¦.āView attachment 580230@My_Teenage_Self loving dug. He walks on water. This is favour for a friend. The real whirlwind arrives Friday. Three quarters springer one quarter Labrador. Meet Olive.