Deja Vu on Friday the thirteenth

Above , kids Leo and Val visit me in hospital

Movement is the key

Indulging in a bit of lunacy I could put down it being Friday the 13th as the reason behind the breaking my leg, However its far more likely in this modern age to over think and over rationalize leading to the most moronic conclusions – one can formulate the reasoning but one can’t make out the sense of it all. In away its kind of Deja Vu , all laid up after a rather mundane accident as I was 31 years ago, rather fortunately a much smaller accident this time. Rather then lunacy or overthinking on why I slipped and hit my tibia or shin bone in such a fashion as to fracture it time would be better spent thinking of all those very close miss’s over the last 31 years , a hairsbreadth from the final breath in many instances – this was a case of been hit by a stray bullet in the leg after having dodged so many bullets aimed at the head. Two of the best reactions were friend Tony saying “I thought at least you had fallen on a mountain” and daughter Val’s comment “You must feel really stupid”!

Stupidity and mundaneness aside its sometimes good to go down - as long as it’s not too hard - just to remind one self that the universe is far bigger then one self or mere humanity and it’s incredible complexity means no matter what our prowess are the fate remains the same - we as humans ride that wild tiger of fate perhaps if we are talented or lucky enough controlling it very minutely and briefly during our wild ride through life.

Sleep and more sleep. i wouldn’t call it fatigue or tiredness - its just this wish to constantly snooze like a cat. I put it down to the bodies desire to recovery - rest in the form of sleep been the most abundant form of natural recovery. Some friends, more skeptical than myself put it down to me showing my own real ability to apply laziness to its fullest extent when I have that opportunity. In any case , the constant desire to sleep has made it far easier mentally to be laid up as the enthusiasm to get out there and do it has been low. It gets even lower when one attempts to walk around the block on crutch’s and one realizes just how incapacitated one is!

Recovery has been good though and now 6 weeks after the accident there is enough movement in the leg to ride the home trainer and do some exercises. 31 years ago the surgeon who did a rather remarkable job on fixing up my leg last words to me were - “I can fix it up but I can’t tell you anything about how to recover from an injury like this and I’m not sure anyone can but i know movement is the key” That is life itself in a nutshell - movement is the key!

above - My last trip before breaking my leg. The constant favorite in Nelson lakes Chittenden with Jake.

Above and below. All the time off gave me the opportunity of making better videos about the recent trip on the Tibetan plateau.

Alfee the cat takes me for a walk morning and night.