Heavy rain this morning. Gone by 11 the forecast said. Let’s go to the woods for 11 I said. Still raining as we parked up, but stopped within a minute.
The car next to us was unloading.. small dog on a lead muffled in a padded coat with legs, a bit like a baby’s snowsuit. I suspect my dog may have been envious as she has just been clipped (photo is from last Sunday). The dog-baby’s owners appeared to be in full mountain gear with backpacks, walking poles.. not sure where they were heading, but it looked very serious and they couldn’t spare us a greeting..
Luckily we were heading in a different direction.. aiming for some cheerful chat in spite of the freezing wind. My friend was also well wrapped up - shirt, fleece, padded gilet and heavyweight padded coat. She’s always cold. I’m the opposite.. a short sleeved t-shirt, and a fleece jacket. I knew that in spite of the cold, as soon as I started to run I would easily be warm enough, and I was.
As we set off, I think.. don’t know why I’m doing this today. Madness. As soon as the 5 minute walk is over, and I start to jog, I can feel the prosthetic socket slip and hear the slight farty hiss of each step. Once I’ve started I can’t let myself stop.. I just can’t bear the way I know I will feel if I give up. The first ten minutes seems to take at least twenty.. after the three minute walking break, when Reece Parkinson says “are you ready for the next ten minutes?” My reply is something unprintable ending in “off” but I do it anyway.. the return is slightly easier, but I’m thoroughly fed up - the farty noise means friction -my stump is getting slightly sore. By the end of the run/jog, I know the leg will have to come off for adjustment.. not the easiest thing to achieve in a wet forest! I lean against a tree, take it off, and (I promise you I am not making this up) at that precise second, rain begins to fall again, followed swiftly by snow and hail! It lasts only for the minute it takes to make it extra difficult to dry off my stump and put my leg back on.. both weather and stump are fine for the few minutes walk back to the car.
When I get home I ring the prosthetic centre again - I rang for an appointment last Thursday, but so far no response. Short staffed and overworked like most of the NHS, sadly. Apparently only 295 prosthetists now working in the UK.. funded degrees available (Salford, Strathclyde) if you know anyone who might be interested.. not the most glamorous job though, I guess.
Bright sunshine all afternoon here.. hoping for slightly better weather, and a more secure socket fit, for the next run 🤞