A colleague at work commented on the state of my shoes the other day:
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I pointed out that, far from being targeted by persistent and precise bullies with an anti 'box-fresh' specialism, my left leg is the 'draggy one'. The muck on my shoe is just the dust I kick up when i walk.
I'd already noticed the state of my left shoe but it's pretty weird to be made to take a step back and consider the situation anew.
However you cut it, this can't be good, can it?
It has now been 4 weeks since my last physio appointment. Have I been doing my exercises regularly enough? Probably not. And unsurprisingly my walking has been getting slightly more laboured.
Could this be to do with the weather? Year-end exhaustion? My age? Or... perhaps... perhaps... perhaps.
As the physio rightly pointed out, I know what I need to do to get strength and control back. So I am trying to do this more regularly but can't seem to find more than a few minutes a day. Usually when I hit the snooze button on my alarm every morning.
On a loosely-work-related tip...
It's that time of year when people around me are dropping like flies - whether it be through some kind of lurgy or exhaustion as we drag our weary bones to the Christmas break.
Now I'm not saying that I hold all the cards with regards to work-place sickness ("you think you've got a 'bit of a sniffle', do you? Oooh, I know just how you feel. It's just like me with my chronic progressive disabling health condition... *withering glare*").
But I do think there's a bit of a weird double-standard which plays out here (and it's probably in my head).
It's like I don't want anyone to be able to say that I was playing my disabled card if I have a day away from the office
I very VERY rarely take any time off for illness. Not that I drag myself in unnecessarily if I'm clearly suffering with something contagious. But still, I can't remember the last time I had off sick.
And I certainly can't remember the last time I took a sick day without doing a little bit of work from home.
I don't mean it to sound like I'm doing a job that nobody else could do - it's really not as if I'm talking about brain surgery / rocket science. But there does seem to be something with me - it might not be anything to do with my condition but psychologically I feel like I need to give an extra few percent.
I'd be interested to know if any of you feel the same - whether it's a desire to work as much as you can while you still can or some weird self-flagellating need to prove that you can do it. Or a combination of the two.
I hope I'm right in assuming that we've all pretty much accepted that we're a mess of neuroses, right?
This video is all kinds of amazing however.