20180821 – Tuesday – Poncho
It is some time since I have posted in my journal, and it proves to me that I should NOT neglect my journal.
I have lost my Poncho, my big black and white squared poncho.
It is so large I don’t know HOW I lost it, but lost it I have.
Now if I had kept my journal up-to-date, I would have been able to go back day by day and see where I went, but now, since the 13th August, I have not a blue clue WHERE I have been, and therefore where I have lost it.
Could my friends please keep an eye out for it and let me know if you know where it is? Thanks.
Well, one place I HAVE been is to Reynella Sportsmed, Adelaide.
Rhonda Saxon has read of my pain and angst over my “frozen shoulder,” all the way back from Qld and told me of “George” who is the Physio at Reynella Sportsmed.
Well, my pain had got to me so much that I made an appt with George and I went to see him Monday night.
He told me that I DIDN’T have a frozen shoulder, and that if I had come to him a month or so earlier when I first had the pains (except I couldn’t because I was still travelling) he could have fixed it!
Well, he DID fix it. Amazing!
He said I am in pretty good shape for my age (well now that I have lost 9 k on my travels) and what had caused it was maybe two things: 1. using my walker, lifting it out of the boot of my car and walking with it lifting my body weight on my arms all the time, and 2. Lifting my body weight by swinging myself out of my trailer during the night and each time I needed to get out of my trailer.
So that was the CAUSE, not a frozen shoulder.
Well I didn’t know for sure whether it was fixed until I got home Monday night and after a night’s sleep, I was sure, it was FIXED.
I can even SEE it is fixed, because I could previously see that my left shoulder was a bit lower than my right and had an indent just past my shoulder, and this was now gone and my shoulder was hanging straight.
So thank you Rhonda, thank you so much for your referral.
This “George” was trained in England, and then in the army was working in that field of “sports” injuries, so he had a lot of experience there.
So anyone I can recommend him, and I hope he gets lots of new “customers” from my post!
But back to not writing posts.
I find that when I write it fixes in my mind all that I have done, whereas when I DON’T write, I can’t remember ANYTHING. I can hardly remember what I did the day before. So I think I have to write to keep my Alzheimer’s at bay.
So I have caught up with most of my friends since I got back.
Oh and by the way, I do apologise for my “melt-down” when I first returned and REALITY hit me.
I have received a lot of criticism for my melt-down, and I do apologise.
Most people have melt-downs when they come home after an extended stay away, but mine become public, so I guess I deserve the bad press.
But you can’t have one without the other I guess.
Apologies to Ali and Trev, Leigh and Sheree and any others who have been affected by my harsh words.
I am calmer now, and my shoulder is no longer hurting, so please forgive me.
I made my “ranting” publicly so I guess my “apologies” should also be public.
I am home and hopefully in my “right mind” now.
I have come home to my good friend Nina having a stroke, and I am so sad for her.
She is currently in rehab and has no movement much on her left side and her balance is out of whack.
Having had a stroke myself, I know what that is like and I am so sad for her.
It takes such a long time to recover from a stroke, and the effects go on and on.
I still have a lot of effects ten years after mine, some you can “measure” but there are an awful lot that you can’t measure and this results in a total loss of confidence which takes a long, long time to overcome, if you do, ever!
So for the good and the bad of it, I keep on writing, because I have to. It is my way to recovery .
And for me there is the hope that Jesus will return again, very very soon.
I want to be here when he comes.
I don’t want to MISS anything that happens in these exciting last days of the Gentiles, and hopefully soon, the ending of God’s “Silence.”