Leg Switch

I surprised myself by managing to get up relatively easily after such a late arrival home last night. But I did, and felt not bad for it. No need for a breakfast though, not after that Chinese meal I ate. I neglected to mention I weighed myself while at my parents; I’m only a pound down from last time. Still progress, but I knew it hadn’t been as good a month as the last, so time to redraw my motivation and charge forward for the final push.

The day job was exceptionally busy today. We’re still men down in our team, which is putting pressure on everyone else’s work big time. Normally it’s not a problem, but the guy has been off six months in the last year. Something tells me he might be about to take the hint and move into his retirement.

For the past three weeks my right leg has been in a bit of pain. I woke up on a mid-week morning, and the joint where my hip connects to my right leg just didn’t seem to fit any longer. My leg made a clicking noise as I walked, and there was shooting pains into my back.

Over the past three weeks it’s got steadily worse. The pains shoot between my back and down to my knee, and whenever I move my leg to walk or put pressure on it, the pain is quite something. Walking is a major hassle, and because I am limping everywhere, I have to double any walking time in my journey to get to places. And because of the extra workload being asked of my other leg, my left knee has now begun to hurt from carrying the bet part of my weight.

I had an appointment with the doctor last week, but those friendly people who work for Lothian Buses conspired against me to make sure I missed it. I couldn’t get another appointment until well into May, until this morning, when I managed to get an emergency appointment for half past eight.

I’m not sure what (if) they can do, but we’ll see when I get there. All I know is I’m totally fed up with the limping and the constant pain, and it doesn’t look like it’s going to just go away by itself. I think I may need a new leg.