I might want to dance

Alright, the title is a total misnomer, because even if my Physiotherapy repaired my legs that dramatically, I doubt I could dance anyway, have always had 2 left feet. I’m sure Clara Johnson used up all the dancing talent going, not that I entirely blame her for doing so, lol!

So anyway, today, for about the first time in a very long time (I’m guessing 40 years minimum), today I went for Physiotherapy, relating to my right knee. Yes, as a child, when I initially damaged them, and had all the surgery on them, I’m sure I had tons of it. But in truth, since the last major ‘repair job’ in my late teens, there hasnt been anything too dramatic done with them, other than a ton of walking, but thats me!

Yes, its fair to say things have changed a bit since then, in all senses. Back then, they pretty much took the knee apart, tried to clear up most of the damage, then did their best to put it together again. Yes, all that time on, I still have scars to prove it! Nowadays, they’d probably put one of those thin tube things into the knee, small incision, and clean it up better than they did back then.

Yes, the Physiotherapy is a bit different too. There was certainly no ultrasonic devices back then to aid with reducing the inflammation, and swelling, but there was today. In truth, I knew she was doing something with my knee, but really couldnt feel anything. Then the fun began! Something conductive wrapped around the knee, a pair of electrodes, and some slowly increasing surge through my leg, especially when I stretched the joint as instructed, oh joy! Now that was fun, though fine, me, and probably only me wouldnt have minded a bit more power being used, but anyway… I know, not quite Robot Girl, but its a start!

And yes, we did discuss what I write, and things. No, I dont expect a fully electrified body suit, in metallic silver to be waiting for me next week! Would be nice, but not going to happen! The good news, she doesnt think its going to need a knee replacement op, news I was delighted to hear.

But yes, fine, if my other sessions also involve nice amounts of electricity being used on me, if only on my knee, then my recovery should be fun! 😉

OK, video time. I settled on an artist, but then I used the obvious song, it didnt sound as good as it did nearly 40 years ago, so I chose this one instead. Hence the blog title, lol

 

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Falling head over heels, but not in love!

Yes, I’d love a full body cybernetic upgrade, but in truth, at present, a leg, or knee replacement of that kind would be more urgently needed, like at present. Seriously, I’ve recovered a bit by now, but the right knee is still an ugly mess, if at least I can flex it now.

Thursday night, not unusually of late, the bus home from Bradford to Huddersfield was running late. There seems to be no consistency on this, you’ll go about a week and a half (current streak) when you never get the bus it would be nice to get (though almost impossible to do in theory), but not only that, I cant even get the one that I have 6 minutes allowance to get. Then at some point in the near future, the theory will flip, and I’ll be getting the early bus again. Been a few occasions of late where getting the bus I should get with 12 minutes to spare hasnt been possible! But anyway, Thursday…

Yes, it was late, and I assumed I’d missed the 8.56 bus (6 minute allowance) one, because it was already 8.58! Wrong, so I set off at as much of a run as I can do at my age, in a valiant attempt to catch it. What I didnt notice in my rush to get it, was four drunk men, not stylishly dressed, standing outside a bus shelter en route to the one I was aiming for.

Anyway. as I was approaching, I heard one of them say, “Look at the lady running for the bus.” but thought no more about it. Well, not until I actually passed them (I’d moved out on the pavement to avoid them), and saw one of them move towards me, and in mid step, felt my ankle tapped, and I went flying, yes, head over heels. No, it wasnt really, just went down face first, but…My hands were fine, pretty well protected by my thermal gloves, but my precious knees…My less damaged left knee took a thump, but not too serious. Unfortunately, my badly damaged right knee took most of the weight of the fall.

Thankfully, my knee didnt take the obvious opportunity to explode into a mess of bones. It hurt like hell when I got up, and I knew it was cut, but…the bus driver was actually waiting for me! And yes, I could walk, just about, so…I got the bus, walked home of sorts, and got my knee patched up. I went to work Friday, despite the pain, and the stiffness, but anyway, by mutual agreement, I passed on Saturday!

Now, thankfully, a lot of the pain is gone. Not all of it, but most. The knee still looks pretty horrid, but the miracle is, its still in one piece, and seemingly I dont have to bring forward my knee replacement op plans, as I feared.

But yes, if anyone wants to cybernetically upgrade my knee, my leg, or indeed my whole body to robot standards, yes please!

Right, video. What I sort of did on Thursday night. One of those Abba songs that doesnt get the playtime it probably deserves.