Some things I'm frightfully grateful for.

#1  Being able to shower and wash my hair again! 

Photograph: Allstar/Cinetext/

"Aarghh! What is that smell?"

Took off the compression bandage yesterday. The knee's looking good and nowhere near as swollen as the 1st arthroscopy [below]. I hope this means it's going to heal faster too.

A very close #2  My Cushion who, despite coming down with the flu yesterday, is taking care of the house, Georgia and me all by his snotty self. Where would we be without you, lovey? 


[P.S. Please don't buy me any more palmiers, muffins and sugar lips no matter how hard I beg.]


[At least, not till next week.]


#3  Shanghai Mahjong. 99 cents for 200 layouts. Even more addictive than Panadeine Forte. 

My top score so far, 541,000+. A fluke I'm sure. And I still have more than 100 layouts to go. Wheee!


#4  My Kindle. Finally reading the 1st book in the Game of Thrones series. Not quite as much fun after watching Series 1 and 2 on telly. Boy, is that Catelyn Stark horrible.

"Don't worry, Jon. I'll bite her if she dares to be mean to you again."


And last but not least.  My dog, who brought me home a gift from the park.

"Do you like it, Typist? I stole it from a kiddie, specially for you."


And who's been faithfully keeping me company through the long lonely hours.

[Though I suspect she might just be making herself comfortable on my bed].

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I've started some simple rehab exercises! At this point, I'd like to thank my mestre for making us do 100 push ups and 800 sit ups in every class because, seriously guys, even with a bum knee,  this is not hard.

What's next?


Housework, I suspect. The dust balls under the bed are calling.

So here I am.

Sitting on my bed, waiting for ate another Half to come back from walking Georgia so I can have my first coffee of the day delivered to me yay! Endone is yumminess than Panadeine Forte. My knee is craving the good stuff. Stingy people at the ospital not to give me nag to bring ome, What me addictive? NO! Bored. Bored. Just read lotsof blogs and left comments that sometimes made no sense at all thanks to this iPad intuitive. Does anyone else have this problemL I sometimes spend as much time retuning comments as typing them.That should have been retry pig. no! Retrying. RETYPING. Is there a post in this hideous automated spelling thing that keeps correcting me and putting words into my mouth, I thought to muself. So, while twiddling my thumbs eating for the other half, I decided to type this post and NOT CORRECT ANYTHIGN IN TI, Wouldn't u know it? It's mostly behaving itself. Technology can be so devious, Hit PUBLIDH mow before I change my mind.

Hopefully by the time you read this.

I'm scheduling this post to appear tomorrow morning. I've never done this before, so I hope it works!

By the time you read this, I should be on an operating table with a hole in my knee. I hope I'll be sleeping properly and not doing a Hayden Christensen.


It'll be my 2nd arthroscopy in 2 years. This time, to fix a torn meniscus in my left knee which has been hurting since February after I foolishly practised a knee-twisting capoeira movement way too many times. 


I'll be very glad to get it fixed. I know it'll never be 100% again, but it should be better than what it is now. 


Of course, I could still be in the waiting room, getting hungrier by the minute and spitting the dummy at our public health system. [The last time, I waited 8 hours.] 


But I hope not.


Can't wait! See you on the other side :) x


Off to have a good dinner now, and an early night.

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It's past 11 and unfortunately, I can't sleep. It's not that I'm anxious. The arthroscopy is just a minor operation.


But I'm starting to remember all the things I'll find painful for a while...


Getting into the bathtub for a shower.


Sleeping.


Sitting.


Walking down the stairs.


Walking.


Vacuuming. [Oh yes.]




And some of the things I won't be able to do comfortably for the next few months...

Walk Georgia. [Not that I've been doing any of that lately.]


Cuddle with her on my lap. [The downside of having a 48kg dog.]


Give my leg muscles a deep satisfying stretch. 


Sit cross legged. Sit in any one position for longer than 15 minutes. 


Fully straighten my leg. Fully bend my leg.


Squat. Kneel. Run. Jump.


Climb on a chair to reach the baking trays.


Climb up a ladder to prune the hedge.


Other miscellaneous jobs that require climbing.




And the things I'll have to do religiously to get better...


Rehab exercises, 2 to 3 times a day.


Ride a bike.


Slow to medium paced walking.


Acquire patience.



I expect it'll be the end of the year before I can get back to training capoeira. Back to square one, basic moves. 


No more adrenalin rush, endorphins, serotonin and dopamine for a while. I'm going to be one crabby  person and I won't even be able to eat chocolate with salt crystals, lemon mascarpone muffins and clotted cream bee stings to make up for it because, as everyone knows, if you eat and don't exercise, you get fat[ter].


It's almost midnight. Time to have a last drink of water and begin my fast.

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Well, guess what? The scheduling didn't work. 


The arthroscopy is all done! I'm now the proud owner of a hole in my knee. I'd show you, but it's all bandaged up. I promise at least 1 gruesome picture ASAP. 


I was the 1st one in the theatre this morning! I have nothing but praise for the good people of our public health system! 


No showering for 3 days. Yuk. No housework for a couple of days a week. Yay! Happy on Endon. Ready to get some sleep now.