So, it’s Boxing Day and dear spouse (henceforth to be known as WJJ) is sitting, chilling and watching the first day of the SA/West Indies test at St George’s Park, Port Elizabeth. A rude interruption from me rolling in a very dusty “Big Blue Ball” (BBB). A couple of years ago, I used this ball as my office chair and I still have the pictures to prove it! Also lugged into our living room is the “mini trampoline” or rebounder as they are also called. WJJ’s face was a picture!
My plan is for us to sit on the BBB for ever-increasing periods while watching DSTV. A sort of penance for watching our favourite channels?! LOL I am an “app’ addict and have a great timer on my phone and my tablet. I will monitor the planned increasing times spent on these very basic exercise resources.
The rebounder is also an excellent beginner resource to start us off walking on the flexible surface. I know from experience that my dormant calf muscles protest quite ferociously if I just walk. Obviously, we will not be bouncing around wildly and injuring ourselves bouncing right off the darn thing!
Also hidden in my Dad’s old tool box, which we use as a coffee table in this room, are some hand weights and stretch bands. But that will be a story for another day!
“ Old age is no place for sissies “
Wikipedia tells us that Bette Davis was known for her willingness to play unsympathetic characters. I have never thought she was a particularly attractive woman but she was obviously a very good actress. Placed second only to Katharine Hepburn as the greatest actress of all time according to the American Film Institute.
Married 4 times, she died decades after she had shed the 4th spouse. Another feisty lady!
I have survived 2 weeks of hell over the dreaded Year End as well as the Year End PAYE/UIF recons and submissions to SARS by yesterday. The caps for Year End are deliberate – Year End looms large in my line of work! I feel like I have been mangled in a mixer!
Anyway enough on that, all now sorted and we’re back on track.
My friend T is out of hospital, scooting around in a wheelchair a day after discharge and walking with crutches while his wife hovers anxiously behind him with the wheelchair at the ready.
He stops every few meters and sits in the wheelchair to catch his breath; then he’s back up again and walking some more …
Bear in mind this is a diabetic of 72 who almost definitely did not take proper care of himself. He is very much a ‘no nonsense’ ‘no hocus pocus’ type!
He’s also already back at work in his wheelchair for an hour or so per day; much to my utter relief. He is admin assistant to the owner of one of the most popular butcheries in KZN! He is my ‘man on the ground’ who simplifies my life greatly.
I just trust that he will not overdue things but it is a fact that his ‘can do’ attitude is pulling him through this traumatic episode. I expect to see him striding around on a prosthetic foot in about three months time.
Hats off to you Tony!