Right!
First, 16 laps today; so in the last 3 days I've swum a little further each day and done a total of 42 laps - over a kilometre. That may really be very little, but it's infinitely better than NO kilometres. A small step for a man perhaps, but a bloody great leap for yours truly. So that's good news.
Second, my right foot was in agony, could hardly walk from the changing room to the pool; but the attendant said I could wear flip-flops in future, so that's sort of neutral.
Third, I discovered that the pool is largely empty on Wednesday from noon (schools' half day); only four of us in it at one stage, so that's bloody marvellous.
Fourth, I had the Croque Madame in the pool cafe - two fried eggs on two toasted cheese and ham sandwiches with a mass of complicated side salad. That, along with a couple of superb, strong, Belgian 'normal' coffees was 12 euros. I reckon the coffees alone would have cost me that much in the UK - if I could get them. [OK we're not as bad as the old Yanks (or the French) at making coffee, but we're pretty bad.] That's not the really good news though. The really good news is that I've been given another reason why chefs ruin perfectly good salads with radiccio (if that's the stuff with the red leaves). Years ago I asked about this and was told, "the chef puts it in for the colour, sir". I know! I've believed that for years, but today I asked again and the waiter told me, "Well, you see sir, we buy the salad already made up as a melange, and you can't buy it without the radiccio". Of course you bloody can't! Why couldn't I see that? Before he left, the waiter added, "Don't worry sir, nobody ever eats it." So that's one of life's little mysteries solved.
Fifth, feet were in agony until about half an hour ago, when I realised that they had become warm and comfortable (just as they had on Monday evening). The change happened maybe twenty minutes after taking a Befact forte pill (vitamins B1, B2, B6 and B12) and a Glucophage pill (which, given its name, presumably eats sugar). I'm supposed to take 3 of each per day and I hadn't taken any since the previous afternoon. I dunno - maybe the damn' things work. Perhaps I should ask the Quack what they're supposed to do.
Sixth, got some batteries for the Wi machine, so I can check my weight (some of which I really have to remove). Might also try the yoga on my Wi sports. By the way, in an earlier blog I mentioned that the internet's take on diabetic peripheral neuropathy advised, 'quit jogging, go for low impact exercise like cycling, swimming and' . . . something else that I couldn't then remember. Well, the third suggestion was yoga (I knew it would come to me), and it would be a fine exercise if I didn't keep falling over.
By the way, on the subject of weight, I have a foolproof system of removing it - lost over two stone in weeks last time I used it (and kept it off for months - until I wound up in intensive care, for other reasons, and sort of got out of the habit). I have a summary of the system written down somewhere - I'll blog it next time.
Oh well, off to dinner with the lads now ('Lads', I say! Combined age way North of 250 years!). It's at the Thai just off Wavre at the top of the hill - forgotten the name - to be recommended.
How do you spell Arrividerci?
Not like that anyway.
Pip pip!
First, 16 laps today; so in the last 3 days I've swum a little further each day and done a total of 42 laps - over a kilometre. That may really be very little, but it's infinitely better than NO kilometres. A small step for a man perhaps, but a bloody great leap for yours truly. So that's good news.
Second, my right foot was in agony, could hardly walk from the changing room to the pool; but the attendant said I could wear flip-flops in future, so that's sort of neutral.
Third, I discovered that the pool is largely empty on Wednesday from noon (schools' half day); only four of us in it at one stage, so that's bloody marvellous.
Fourth, I had the Croque Madame in the pool cafe - two fried eggs on two toasted cheese and ham sandwiches with a mass of complicated side salad. That, along with a couple of superb, strong, Belgian 'normal' coffees was 12 euros. I reckon the coffees alone would have cost me that much in the UK - if I could get them. [OK we're not as bad as the old Yanks (or the French) at making coffee, but we're pretty bad.] That's not the really good news though. The really good news is that I've been given another reason why chefs ruin perfectly good salads with radiccio (if that's the stuff with the red leaves). Years ago I asked about this and was told, "the chef puts it in for the colour, sir". I know! I've believed that for years, but today I asked again and the waiter told me, "Well, you see sir, we buy the salad already made up as a melange, and you can't buy it without the radiccio". Of course you bloody can't! Why couldn't I see that? Before he left, the waiter added, "Don't worry sir, nobody ever eats it." So that's one of life's little mysteries solved.
Fifth, feet were in agony until about half an hour ago, when I realised that they had become warm and comfortable (just as they had on Monday evening). The change happened maybe twenty minutes after taking a Befact forte pill (vitamins B1, B2, B6 and B12) and a Glucophage pill (which, given its name, presumably eats sugar). I'm supposed to take 3 of each per day and I hadn't taken any since the previous afternoon. I dunno - maybe the damn' things work. Perhaps I should ask the Quack what they're supposed to do.
Sixth, got some batteries for the Wi machine, so I can check my weight (some of which I really have to remove). Might also try the yoga on my Wi sports. By the way, in an earlier blog I mentioned that the internet's take on diabetic peripheral neuropathy advised, 'quit jogging, go for low impact exercise like cycling, swimming and' . . . something else that I couldn't then remember. Well, the third suggestion was yoga (I knew it would come to me), and it would be a fine exercise if I didn't keep falling over.
By the way, on the subject of weight, I have a foolproof system of removing it - lost over two stone in weeks last time I used it (and kept it off for months - until I wound up in intensive care, for other reasons, and sort of got out of the habit). I have a summary of the system written down somewhere - I'll blog it next time.
Oh well, off to dinner with the lads now ('Lads', I say! Combined age way North of 250 years!). It's at the Thai just off Wavre at the top of the hill - forgotten the name - to be recommended.
How do you spell Arrividerci?
Not like that anyway.
Pip pip!