I'd never thought about doing a blog until recently when an internet friend (you know who you are, Su) mentioned that she and her husband had started one. Prior to this the nearest I'd been to blogging was doing one of those irritating round robins that you slip in with a Christmas card. You know the sort of thing - one that you said you'd never do after reading someone elses and then find yourself doing one anyway and justifying it, to yourself at least, by saying that it keeps in touch with people.
So... where do I start? I retired from the Civil Service almost two years ago after increasing periods of time off work due to illness. In the space of 11 months my car was hit, first broadside on and then from the rear. After the first collision I tried changing the colour of the car but to no avail. Increasing pain in my neck, shoulder and left arm was finally diagnosed as a trapped nerve. Two operations to chip and drill bits out of the cervical vertebrae didn't have much effect. A few years later I compounded the whole thing by falling 5 ft into a Greek concrete storm drain, snapping off a rib right next to the spine and just below the aforementioned vertebrae. I now have nerve damage in my neck, arthritis in my shoulder and what feels like a permanent toothache from neck to left hand. This has led me to the conclusion that you don't bounce as well as you did 40 years ago.
Welcome to blogworld Kojak. I'm only guessing how you fell into a Greek storm drain...does it begin with M and end with s? Don't blame you wanting to anaesthetise yourself nowadays though.
ReplyDeleteActually, Su, for once in my holiday life I was stone cold sober. Perhaps that's why I did so much damage. I was on my way to celebrate my birthday on the island of Zakynthos when I stepped to the side of a narrow country lane to allow a car to pass and got my foot over the edge of the road. The bushes actually masked the point where the drain ran along/under the road. I came round in the bottom of the drain some time later and eventually spent the rest of my birthday in Zakynthos hospital and an extended holiday in my room propped up on pillows. I have to say that the kindness shown by the maid and the lady who owned the studios was superb. They checked up on me several times a day. The local supermarket owner even gave me his mobile number and delivered anything I needed. Wonderful people
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