All part of the therapy, if not the physioterrorist therapy! Hw can the physiotherapists inflict so much pain, using just an elastic band whilst instructing you to stand on a 2 inch block of wood and telling you to lower your weight onto the unsupported knee/hip? It's sadism personified, but I did learn to impugn the physio's birthright quietly, through gritted teeth ...
On my second physiotherapist sack one evilAll part of the therapy, if not the physioterrorist therapy! Hw can the physiotherapists inflict so much pain, using just an elastic band whilst instructing you to stand on a 2 inch block of wood and telling you to lower your weight onto the unsupported knee/hip? It's sadism personified, but I did learn to impugn the physio's birthright quietly, through gritted teeth ...
Steve
I found it quite funny that the Pre Operation preparation Workshop had the Physios in attendance, and that they introduced themselves, 'We are the physioterrorists, at least, that;s what most patients call us ...'. But their expertise and dedication was priceless, and I know that I owe Stuart a debt of gratitude for his forcing the pace and workload to get me to the state where I could derive the maximum benefit from my new hip. 'Tough Love' sounds soppy, but his work fell into that category, or at least int the 'hate me now, but thank me for it next week' box!
The infamous Terry Wogan radio sketch involving John Marsh, his wife Janet, and the Femme fatale, Mrs Bickersdyke, whom Janet told John to stay away from whilst Janet went shopping ... Mrs Bickersdyke used to a WAAF Wirreless Operator and offered to help John with his radios in his garden shed. When Janet returned to find them closeted in the shed, John explained that he took Mrs Bickersdyke up the back passage so that she could take his Fidelity, but she was able to repair the second set in the shed, because it was a simple matter of trimming his Bush...
I loved those sketches, remember him telling the one when John found the brevel toaster. He then processed to go through all the ingredients he put on the toastie, then the euphoria of his first bite drawing the toasties from his mouth and the piping hot strand of onion dropping onto his lip burning it. Terry lost it at this point bursting into tears of laughter and was several minutes before he could compose himself and continue.The infamous Terry Wogan radio sketch involving John Marsh, his wife Janet, and the Femme fatale, Mrs Bickersdyke, whom Janet told John to stay away from whilst Janet went shopping ... Mrs Bickersdyke used to a WAAF Wirreless Operator and offered to help John with his radios in his garden shed. When Janet returned to find them closeted in the shed, John explained that he took Mrs Bickersdyke up the back passage so that she could take his Fidelity, but she was able to repair the second set in the shed, because it was a simple matter of trimming his Bush...
See Janet get angry; see John run ...
Steve
The battery turn the engine over not bother Baz but the heater plugs are duff.
That's not a nice opp at all .
But my operation was very much in vogue, Jeff. Really hip ... [well, two of them since you didn't ask, but I don't like to brag [much]] ...
. I think I've visited almost every Ward of the Victoria Hospital. Kirkcaldy, except for Maternity ... And the shape of my figure suggests I've probably got another 2 months before I go there ...
I think it's twins with me Steve lolololBut my operation was very much in vogue, Jeff. Really hip ... [well, two of them since you didn't ask, but I don't like to brag [much]] ...
Steve
I had my hips replaced one at a time. Jeff. That was challenging enough, not least because Elaine had taken a week's Leave to look after me; but, there was a major systems update at her work, so she had to leave Fife just after 0600 on the Saturday morning, promising to return by 1800, 'at the latest'. Food stocks were running low, but I had promised myself that this would be a chance to shuffle down to the Co-op and use crutches whilst carrying a bag of shopping. 'Twas then I realised that I couldn't tie my laces {Elaine had been doing this for me for outside walks!]' and, of course, the systems upgrade at Elaine's job ran into problems ... When she returned, at about 2030. I had been surviving on the last couple of Weetabix, a tin of Hot chocolate powder, and a couple of curly pieces of bread!
Didn't make the same mistake with the second hip operation! Old age is less hip hop and more hip op, except there's no chance of 'getting down to where it's at'; more a case of 'how the bloody hell did it get there of all places?'
I never felt a thing jeff
I stopped at the throwing a bucket of water over the bonnet to remove the contents of an incontinet seagull's bowels ...
Steve, what if Elaine was the unlucky target, bucket or hose?I stopped at the throwing a bucket of water over the bonnet to remove the contents of an incontinet seagull's bowels ...
Steve
Terry, she never would be! Elaine is extremely quiet, and self-effacing, and will concede a fair amount to avoid a confrontation; until she is pushed just that wee bit too far ... 'Nought to nuclear' doesn't begin to describe the transformation. And I, for one, have no wish to perform a DIY colonic irrigation whilst extracting the hose, and struggling to get it past the bucket in the process, all without anaestheticSteve, what if Elaine was the unlucky target, bucket or hose?
