Just as well I’m not superstitious as everything seems to be falling apart, including me!
Firstly, there was the missing car key. At first it didn’t seem too bad as with the Lockdown, we weren’t driving so much and I guessed it would show up. It didn’t. What made it a little worse was it was a remote control key with a chip thingy inside. To cut a long story short, I economised by getting Timpsons to supply a new one, without the remote control buttons.
They programmed it and it worked fine first of all. Then twice in a row I’ve unlocked the car using the key and set the alarm off. Sure I can start the engine but it’s only through using our remaining remote control key that I can turn off the alarm. I feel a trip to the Toyota dealer coming on and shelling out £200+ for the proper key. Hey ho.
Any then there’s the toaster. Seems to be burning the bread, even though it’s on the minimum setting. Needs to be replaced.
The pond’s water pump stopped working but thankfully this was fairly straightforward to repair – it was blocked with gunge so it was easy to clean and get going again.
Next is a table light with the bulb blowing. Simple you might think but it’s an IKEA lamp. “Ah that’s okay, we have some spares in the garage” I thought, except they didn’t fit.
Next was the vacuum cleaner. Already repaired once but has been bashed around so much we decided to replace it. Another Miele, nearly £300.
As if that lot wasn’t bad enough….
ME!
About 2-3 weeks ago I went flying while running, if that makes sense. I tripped up, flew through the air and crash landed on my chest. I cracked a rib – third one down (under my collar bone) on the left hand side. It’s healing okay but it still hurts if I cough, sneeze or blow my nose.
For the last few runs I have felt an upper leg muscle hurt, together with one or two spots in my feet. When I get up in the mornings my feet feel quite stiff and my heels hurt a bit. Happily this subsides quite quickly as I move around.
So while these running injuries are “self inflicted” I find myself struggling with these in my mind more than things around the house going wrong. While we can go and buy a new this-or-that for the house, I can’t exactly trade my legs in for some younger versions.
While our bodies are amazing creations, they don’t heal and repair as well after the years have ticked by. At 58 I feel as if I have suddenly aged a lot. Things seem to take longer to heal. I used to be able to run six days a week and this included a long run. These days I reckon three runs each week is about my limit. That’s a shame as I do enjoy running the most and I’ve gone off cycling a bit.
Still, my optimistic side doesn’t take long to surface. I’m not superstitious and while I might grumble about things falling apart, I do revel in the bigger picture. I have to believe the best is yet to come and even so, life’s pretty darn good in the meantime!