Thursday, 28 November 2024

Directions

 

Directions

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Barry and I are different in the way we approach matters. He plans carefully and for every eventuality. I have a more cavalier attitude, plan marginally and rely on things behaving as they always have, forgetting about the time the car ran out of fuel, or the fact that dark clouds often foretell rain. (I’m not really that bad, just by comparison . . . )

So, yesterday, as we set off in the car, we had two Sat Navs telling us which road to take and where to turn after so many yards/miles. Both gadgets employ soothing female voices, with some strange pronunciations, which make us smile. They don’t utter simultaneously – there is a slight hiatus between the two.

We were some way into our journey, actually approaching the end point, when the devices started contradicting each other. We had left plenty of time to reach our destination, so were not unduly worried. Well, I wasn’t. Barry tends to get a bit huffy about such things.

Anyway, we finally arrived and then had to find a parking place. We had noticed cars parked along the approach road, and even backed up on grassy slopes. Having eventually found a rather muddy spot, he decided it was too far for me to walk, so drove back to the entrance of the hospital. I haven’t been able to walk more than one hundred yards since July without considerable pain, but wanted to get Barry through all his unexpected appointments before embarking on any investigations for me.

I have been having physiotherapy for my back, which has helped with the pain and the posture, but my lovely physiotherapist thought I should see a spinal consultant, just to make sure there was nothing going on that she couldn’t detect. The consultant, dressed rather pleasingly and reassuringly in smart casual wear – checked shirt, no tie, dark trousers – asked all the usual questions, expressed surprise that I wasn‘t on any medications (I thank my parents for my good genes) made me do a few tricks and then said I should go back for an MRI scan.

                            So that’s next on the agenda!                                                                                                                 

2 comments:

  1. I am quite pedantic when preparing for an event, including the exact time to be arrive, the route to take, the clothes to wear etc etc. Do you think my husband, a radiologist, should do MRI scans on me? By the way, he is VERY cavalier :)

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  2. I like to plan, Carlos likes to fly by the seat of his pants. But it works more often than it doesn't.

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