I've spent the last week surrounded by technological innovation, blue-sky thinking and a new attitude to mobility. All will become clear in the near future, I can assure you.
What I have found is that there are days when just meeting someone for lunch and a couple of hours of chat can leave me so exhausted that I have to lie down. This isn't everyday, but nor is it predictable.
And yet on other days I can work all day and then play tennis until 10pm in the evening.
I suppose I can't really ignore the fact that I am weaning myself off amatryptyline at the moment. It is a slow process, with a drop of 5mg per week, but while I have been taking it for neuropain, it is an anti-depressant. This leaves me with a nagging twinge of anxiety that it has been slightly insulating me from the 'life's a pile of poo' vibe that can come with grey weather, neuropathic pain and impaired mobility...
OK, so now to the pants: It was something Rob Brydon said on a TV panel show, where he described getting undressed, finishing with a flick of the foot and catching his pants on his head. You'd want to hear a "Ta-Daa!"
Anyway, I found myself with a pang of grief, because I could almost feel the whole movement. As is often the case, it's not so much the stairs or problems with public transport that cause a feeling of sadness. Rather, it's those moments of frivolous spontaneous movement that are so fondly remembered. And so keenly missed.
What I have found is that there are days when just meeting someone for lunch and a couple of hours of chat can leave me so exhausted that I have to lie down. This isn't everyday, but nor is it predictable.
And yet on other days I can work all day and then play tennis until 10pm in the evening.
I suppose I can't really ignore the fact that I am weaning myself off amatryptyline at the moment. It is a slow process, with a drop of 5mg per week, but while I have been taking it for neuropain, it is an anti-depressant. This leaves me with a nagging twinge of anxiety that it has been slightly insulating me from the 'life's a pile of poo' vibe that can come with grey weather, neuropathic pain and impaired mobility...
OK, so now to the pants: It was something Rob Brydon said on a TV panel show, where he described getting undressed, finishing with a flick of the foot and catching his pants on his head. You'd want to hear a "Ta-Daa!"
Anyway, I found myself with a pang of grief, because I could almost feel the whole movement. As is often the case, it's not so much the stairs or problems with public transport that cause a feeling of sadness. Rather, it's those moments of frivolous spontaneous movement that are so fondly remembered. And so keenly missed.
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