As hard work is so taxing, would that be avoidance or evasion?
I remember seeing the word ‘indolence’ on at least one of my school reports. It would probably have been on at least one of my work reports too, if my boss had known what it meant.I'm basically just a lazy sod.
I am not a medical doctor. Years ago I read about a simple exercise that might prevent the need for a hip replacement in old age.
I started this simple exercise years ago. It consists of getting down on the floor on your stomach and first stretching one leg out away from your body (spread legged) as far as it will go- stretching your toes as well. Then repeat the same with the other leg. I have done this every morning ,along with a few other morning exercises, shortly after I rise.
So far I have had no pain or discomfort whatesoever in either hip.
I am 81 and a half.
Age related deafness is no longer part of the NHS I discovered this afternoon.
I now need a new referral to ‘Specsavers’ or Scrivens ffs.
The bill is paid for by the nhs, but I’m betting the quality of the devices goes down the pan.
Free batteries and device testing still available for now.
No amount of exercise (it would have been wonderful to do that) can re-build the lost cartilage that = bone rubbing on bone for a hip replacement.
My daughter has ME and that is part of the problem, blood checks ok and unlike a broken leg for example there is no visual problem or easy fix at the moment.In my case, it was both.
I know Joe P has realised that his laid-back attitude actually had its roots in an undiagnosed medical condition. I don't think that's the case with me though. I used to have regular medical check-ups at work, and only one picked up anything 'unusual', which was an excess of something-or-other in my bloodstream. 'Not problematic, probably genetic' was the doctor's verdict. So I'm basically just a lazy sod.
My history teacher nicknamed me 'Lil', an abbreviation for Lazy Idle Lump. If he meant it to shame me into being less idle, he was disappointed. I wore it as a badge of pride, and went out of my way to do even less work.
It’s like being one of the last members of the class to be chosen for the football team and being a back or a goal keeper. I soon learnt that you can just walk away from the aspiring Geoff Hurst hurtling towards you with a ball. They simply can’t understand why you would do that because they love football and assume everyone else must.
As an illustration of how useless I was, I remember one ad hoc playground free-for-all a.k.a. football match in which I scored an own goal. In an instant, I decided I was playing for the other team and celebrated. No-one noticed I had switched sides.It’s like being one of the last members of the class to be chosen for the football team and being a back or a goal keeper. I soon learnt that you can just walk away from the aspiring Geoff Hurst hurtling towards you with a ball. They simply can’t understand why you would do that because they love football and assume everyone else must.
Well done on that Eguth, but..
No amount of exercise (it would have been wonderful to do that) can re-build the lost cartilage that = bone rubbing on bone for a hip replacement.
It is so debilitating.
More exercise = major pain, and I mean constant pain. No sleep. It really is not fun.
I realise there are way, way, worse things, but when something can be done to bring life back to normal.
My left hip was estimated at 97% 'gone' and after multiple corticoid injections (that is a whole new level of 'exquisite' pain) my surgeon said, why are you putting yourself through this - you should have had a new hip years ago?
I was 57.
So, I agreed, and now wonder why on earth I did not go sooner..
Now, bizarrely, my right hip, has an even greater loss of cartilage, causes very little, if any pain - yet.
I will not be waiting years for it to be sorted, that is a given.
I get the same response when I tell friends I loathe rugby union and everything about it.
I don’t imagine Ted Hughes flitted through his mind then when he fixed you with his gaze?-My history teacher nicknamed me 'Lil', an abbreviation for Lazy Idle Lump. If he meant it to shame me into being less idle, he was disappointed. I wore it as a badge of pride, and went out of my way to do even less work.