I wish I had less blood vessels in my chubby face

So, my NEW journey into PHYSIOTHERAPY starts.

Every time I head out to the hospital for my rehab sessions I feel like a bit of a FRAUD; I soon stopped bothering with taking extra clothes and changing once I got there, and started just wearing my FAKE gym clothes the whole time. Which makes me look like I actually am taking part in a REAL exercise, like running, or training or working out. This fills me with mixed emotions; I can pretend I am a motivated, and dynamic person who cares that their body is well looked after and blah blah blah... and hold my head up high with a smirk on my face that I've tricked all these people, but inside I am DREADING the thought of what lies ahead...


Now, this isn't an issue any more, but when I first ventured into the big wide world WITHOUT my boot or crutches, I had a massive social DILEMMA of needing to sit down, but having no visual cue for the public. It just isn't socially ACCEPTED for a young fit looking person to demand seating on public transport. I suffered in silence, but to be honest, I probably needed the practice of literally standing on my OWN two FEET.


So, these FAKE gym clothes I mentioned:
I don't have clothes that are RETAILED to exercise in. At first I panicked and thought of asking my sisters for theirs... Then I realised I could get away with practically wearing my PYJAMAS in the GYM! I have legging that saved me in the furious winter nights and big t-shirts. Sorted. Except my bum was unashamedly on SHOW. I couldn't have that. So I now wear a long vest top/ vest top dress underneath. I fooled the lot into thinking I cared for their exercise attire!
I had to buy some TRAINERS though. PROPER real good ones too.


I learnt today that my fabulous physiotherapist will be moving on.
LET ME TELL you about this man!! He is a mix between the comedians David O'Doherty and Chris O'Dowd. (I urge you to look these guys up if you are unfamiliar. A lot of people haven't heard of the former. The latter is the Irish guy from the IT Crowd.) Also, he is a MUMBLER.
I really appreciate good enunciation as it stops me making a fool out of myself when I forget to listen:
To his question of how OLD I was after my birthday, I replied 'I was studying to be a student nurse'.
And when he asked HOW I had been doing a certain exercise, I replied 'not yet, but after my balancing.'
As friendly as this guy is, he did not appreciate my enthusiasm towards lunges, as when he told me to put them into my routine and I announced that 'Ooh, I love a good lunge!', he just gave me a sideways glance and told me to get out more.

I think we bonded first of all when he had to TEACH me how to WALK! I tentatively took my foot out of my boot for him to bend and twist as he did every time I saw him. THEN he asked me to take a walk ACROSS the room. I did, and I turned to see him smirking and he said 'that's not how you walk... You just don't do it like that...You're not walking properly...'

THIS man had to take me through the MOTIONS of walking. As if I didn't possess twenty-odd years of experience. Embarrassing!!


I'll let you into more of what I actually get up to in the gym soon, as I've managed to go on quite a bit already.

I hope you're enjoying the sun! 

C xxx