One of the first things we do in the morning is to talk about dreams. This involves, on a regular basis, the wife reading the latest typed up dream of mine. As is so often the case her comment this morning, “not bloody Imperial again!!”, was among the first things she said.
For whatever reason that bunch, that lot, keep cropping up in my dreams and I do not know why. I know one thing with some surety and that is their opinion of themselves differs substantially from my opinion of them.
The most to the fore thought in my mind recently is, “do I even bother looking to find an alternate orthopaedic surgeon to discuss my hips and perhaps operate on them?”
“What happens if I simply let things carry on as they are?”
Unsurprisingly, in these days of internet marketing there is a lot of content on having surgery {often at a price}. There is much less about not having surgery and nobody mentions karma. Those in pursuit of a buck are keen to advertise their wares.
In half an hour or so, when the paracetamol and ibuprofen have come up, I will go out into the garden down by the pond. Yesterday I strimmed the “butterfly” verges to the pond, left to long grass and wild. There is mole sign. I will then go and set some mole traps probably as many as ten. When I come in, we will do tick check to see if I have acquired any passengers who might help with my high haemoglobin levels. Surgery may follow.
This afternoon we will probably go for a walk by the seaside.
None of these concerns have much to do with a place I have not set foot in since 2008!!!
Dreamyoga 