This afternoon whilst watching Al Jazeera News I had a feeling of warmth towards Donald Trump. He said “Fuck” live and direct to camera. It brought a smile to my face and has slightly changed my opinion of him. He should do this more often; it will be good for his ratings.
I never thought I would say that.
On June 21st I quoted Robbie Burns “The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry…”
Which is a more poetic way of saying shit happens.
The ethos for the year has been to investigate the possibility of getting replacement hips done here in France before we sell up and downsize. I had an orthopaedic appointment on Monday. That investigation seems to have hit a road block which I cannot see a way around. I am due a non-urgent nuclear medicine appointment for a 90mTc Bone scan. Later this week I get my gene tests back and may discuss the “osteoporosis” blood results with the GP. After that the next appointment will be early autumn, assuming nothing acute crops up. I may explore if there are other avenues for the hips. It being both a small world and the back of beyond there may be none.
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This means that I will have to factor in many more months with the severely osteo arthritic hips. I can probably hack it.
It does raise the question of if to put the house on the market or not, with a mind to a UK based plan B.
It is just one of those things which cannot be helped, shit happens. I will just have to adjust to what is / may be possible. It is perhaps a kind of accepting stoicism that things are out of my hands.
Did you know there is a shopping channel “JML direct”? It was on this morning when I got out of bed. It look likes I will be getting up early ongoing as a pain management strategy.
Word wanted to write that “piano management” perhaps suggesting an alternate career.
It look like a re-adjustment in orientation and thinking is now in progress…
What is the next tune, Pete?
Dreamyoga 