This is a merge of my 'Wanderer' blog that tells of two years of my three years on the streets, and a new blog that tells of my life after the Diocese of Winchester ripped through my life for for the last few years on top of the previous serious harm that left me homeless
This is a day to day blog of my life as I continue to survive, work on recovery and on the social problems that I have and try to come to terms with limitless traumas I have survived along the way.
This blog is in tandem with my blog about my experiences in the Church of England

The former name of this blog and the name of it's sister blog are to do with my sense of humour, which I hope to keep to the end, which appears to be ever more rapidly approaching. At least I laughed, and I laughed at the people who were destroying me. Don't forget that.

Here are my books, which I wrote for you if you would like to know more:

Monday, 6 February 2012

I was beginning to wonder if I would get to the clinic for my walking appointment, the buses that are supposed to go to the clinic according to the website are incorrect, but a bus driver told me what bus to get, but then I wasn't sure where I was supposed to get off the bus, thankfully it worked out ok, and I got there in time.
A thorough assessment and diagnosis and some physical therapy to unlock the joints and take stress, off the tendons, advice, exercises to do, orthotics to take the strain off, and another appointment in a few weeks.

I waited for the bus back and looked at the beautiful snow on the verges and pollarded trees. The bus came within a few minutes, and I returned to town and the library, suddenly I am cold and tired and blurry again, and though some of the snow has started to thaw, it starts to snow again.

No comments:

Post a Comment