#359 So…Not Sure

I am not sure. No, not sure of myself, but of how I am trying to figure things out. Actually, I think it is close to being a miracle to be in the right place at the right time. I am referring to my sessions with all my gorgeous therapists. Even though my memory is getting better, little by little, I am having quite big blanks when organising my sessions with all my women!!

Currently, I am trying to plan for my next visit and I have just realised that I have already planned it up until Christmas. Very efficient of me, especially when I hadn’t even booked my flights. Now with the flights changing and not completely remembering who has agreed to see me and when, I have a few double bookings as well as empty days.

And what’s more complicating is that I’m making these changes between 3 and 4 pm in the afternoon, which most people know is my least good time to be effective. Unable to think clearly and precisely, it becomes extremely and extraordinarily frustrating and takes a long time for me to organise myself as well as synchronise my calendars. Making the calls, noting them down, changing them to fit in with the availability of my wonderful women . Doing all this with the left hand. It can be very taxing. In fact, it really is taxing. For me, in this moment. What would happen if I was taken out of my bubble and put in a very big bubble called life? How about something to pose on, think about for another day.

It sounds very easy I know. Take a piece of paper, write down the dates of the week and assign names of the therapist that I would like to book, contact them and given they are very fast to reply, confirm the booking and make the appointment in the diary.

How can that be difficult? What it is when I am missing a little bit of my immediate short-term memory!! It renders what I have just done, be it 5 minutes ago, 10 minutes ago or even 5 hours ago, unrecognisable .How do you say it? I have no recollection of what I have just booked. Nothing, rien, nada. So if somebody does not come back to me immediately, which would be the case because all these wonderful women are very busy, when they do come back, I have already become confused and agree to a date or time that I have perhaps set aside for somebody else. Not only is it frustrating, it is emotionally draining as I am consistently or constantly endeavouring to rack my brain for what is happening at any given moment.

I mean I know it’s not amazingly complicated or difficult in terms of the subject matter. But for me at this moment in time, I’m trying so hard to remember what I have agreed. It makes me wonder how I’m going to be able to maintain concentration in a level of conversation. 

Turn on the little voice in my head, that has a south Swedish accent, and I hear “One little step at a time”. And that immediately works for this particular problem, however I immediately start thinking about skiing and the difficulties that is going to manifest.

Oh well, I will cover that event (note I didn’t say issue or problem) in due course. Another day.

I think it’s time to go back to reading “everything as figureoutable.”

Because everything takes up time. Don’t get me wrong, I’m very happy that my time is being filled, it’s just that the days pass quickly and the year is almost done. Now I will get on my bike and do an hour of cycling knowing that I’m not advancing in all of the elements that I wish to do as quickly as I would like to do them.

Years since my accident

It has been three years six months seven days 16 hours 38 minutes and 39 seconds since my accident. Not that I’m counting!!! It makes me smile, which is always a good thing, when I see that counter because the picture is of people celebrating. And that fills me with hope and drive and determination to keep on going. To keep on trucking.

Where did that come from?

Go Eddie

So, I changed my duvet and bed today, went for a long walk, did my exercises this morning and am now going on my bike 🚴. No ice creams tonight…….well maybe one!

I will go after the biking to the shops, obviously not going to buy loads of heavy stuff so as to make me fall backwards again. OUCH 🤕

Tutti Bye 👋

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