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Ah the inexpressible sense of well-being that descends when one walks from the wet blanket of heat outside into a cool house. Even if it's only the cold air descending from a window AC set to a conservative 20C.
Not that the day was that unbreathable, despite Env.Can heat warnings of 40C humidexes. The wind blew all day and the temps were in the mid 20s until late afternoon. I did a wash and hung it on the line where it dried in short order: and almost didn't get brought in as the humidity rose and the rain clouds appeared. But that was partly because I'd been drinking cheap wine, and I'd been drinking cheap wine because my back and knees knew perfectly well that it was going to rain tonight.
The sports doctor has not called me back yet. Secretary says he will once he has my xrays, but my xrays were taken a week ago, and even with a Monday holiday should have arrived by now. Equally my new lenses haven't appeared yet, though ordered on the 22nd: I haven't even got the news that they've been sent. Am down to my last six and have taken to wearing them for two days instead of the prescribed one. At worst I can operate one-eyed: I just can't read that way.
In spite of aches I did succeed in vacuuming and swiftering the kitchen floor. I just didn't succeed in doing it well, so my bare feet continue to step on crippling bread crumbs and the like. Usually I wear socks around the house which at least cushion my preternaturally soft feet a little. But with sumner edema, my ankle socks become confining so I leave them off: and consequently have to shower every night to get my feet clean. Time was I could lift my feet into the basin, but time was I could lift my leg over the bicycle bar, and now I can't.
There was an ad on FB for balance exercises for 55s and over. Involves crossing the feet and stepping in different directions and I absolutely can't do them at all. And not just because I never could figure how to move my feet for things like country dancing or the hora which they tried teaching us in high school gym. I can't even figure how it works when other people are dancing. But simply, if my feet are crossed, my balance is gone, which scotches the various stretches that get recommended as well. Better get back to the tai chi for seniors book I bought when I was (cough) 55, because we're in serious Senior Danger mode now.
Though the sports doctor did cheer me by saying 'Best attend to these issues (back spasms and the like) while you're still young. You don't want to be doing this in your 80s.' As ever, there's chronological age and there's body age, and my body age is currently in its ninth decade.
Not that the day was that unbreathable, despite Env.Can heat warnings of 40C humidexes. The wind blew all day and the temps were in the mid 20s until late afternoon. I did a wash and hung it on the line where it dried in short order: and almost didn't get brought in as the humidity rose and the rain clouds appeared. But that was partly because I'd been drinking cheap wine, and I'd been drinking cheap wine because my back and knees knew perfectly well that it was going to rain tonight.
The sports doctor has not called me back yet. Secretary says he will once he has my xrays, but my xrays were taken a week ago, and even with a Monday holiday should have arrived by now. Equally my new lenses haven't appeared yet, though ordered on the 22nd: I haven't even got the news that they've been sent. Am down to my last six and have taken to wearing them for two days instead of the prescribed one. At worst I can operate one-eyed: I just can't read that way.
In spite of aches I did succeed in vacuuming and swiftering the kitchen floor. I just didn't succeed in doing it well, so my bare feet continue to step on crippling bread crumbs and the like. Usually I wear socks around the house which at least cushion my preternaturally soft feet a little. But with sumner edema, my ankle socks become confining so I leave them off: and consequently have to shower every night to get my feet clean. Time was I could lift my feet into the basin, but time was I could lift my leg over the bicycle bar, and now I can't.
There was an ad on FB for balance exercises for 55s and over. Involves crossing the feet and stepping in different directions and I absolutely can't do them at all. And not just because I never could figure how to move my feet for things like country dancing or the hora which they tried teaching us in high school gym. I can't even figure how it works when other people are dancing. But simply, if my feet are crossed, my balance is gone, which scotches the various stretches that get recommended as well. Better get back to the tai chi for seniors book I bought when I was (cough) 55, because we're in serious Senior Danger mode now.
Though the sports doctor did cheer me by saying 'Best attend to these issues (back spasms and the like) while you're still young. You don't want to be doing this in your 80s.' As ever, there's chronological age and there's body age, and my body age is currently in its ninth decade.
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I do something like this but not holding for a count of five. I can try working towards that. Thank you.
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Ah yes, that little wrinkle of 'don't hold on to anything.' The Guardian had an article about how the ability, or inability, to stand on one leg was an indicator of futue life span, which I failed miserably. Ah well, it may come in time.
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