In the six and a bit decades of my life I have generally been blessed with robust good health. In my working days, years would pass by without me visiting a doctor. My body was a reliable vehicle in which I travelled in comfort and with utter confidence.
Fast forward to this week. On Monday evening I finally got round to seeing a doctor about my chest infection. I had coughed till I could cough no more and several nights when I should have been sleeping I was instead in the bathroom barking like a guard dog. You will be pleased to note that I have self-censored any lurid description of the stuff this coughing produced.
On Tuesday, I felt the first twinges of a new gout attack in my left big toe. On Wednesday, I hobbled down to work at Oxfam still feeling the knee pain I have endured for over two months with a physiotherapy appointment scheduled for later this month.. Yesterday I went for what was hopefully my final dental appointment for quite a while.
I am starting to feel like a wreck and I am just not used to this. I want to be striding miles across our lovely countryside singing "These Boots Are Made For Walking" and bending down to do garden jobs or sorting out our attic and the underhouse area. I keep telling myself - "Patience my lad! Patience! Everything will sort itself out and you'll be back to your usual self."
After the dental appointment I treated myself to a short drive in the Derbyshire countryside. It was a substitute for the invigorating ten mile walk I would have rather been doing. Out to Hathersage and Castleton then up Winnat's Pass and onward to Sparrowpit where I stopped to photograph a tumbledown farm building I first snapped in 2014.
In the upland village of Peak Forest I had a look round the graveyard of Charles, King and Martyr Church before travelling along Forest Lane near Little Hucklow where I stopped to take pictures of first cattle and then lambs. It was a lovely warm spring day and Nature was bright and alive. However, it remained frustrating not to be in tip-top good health to fully appreciate such a day. Oh woe is me!