It's been a long 2 year journey, I thought it was nearly over but apparently not!
It's my husbands birthday on Friday, he took up golf a year ago and is loving it. I went out with him this morning so he could choose a new club for his birthday present. We went to the local golf club, where he selected 4, he then took them onto the driving range to try them out.
I sat there watching him and felt really envious of him. I then realised that I really miss not having a hobby. Something that I can look forward to doing and improving at.
I used to have my own horse and would compete at eventing on a local level. Work soon got in the way of that, so I turned my attention to dog agility - age got in the way of that!! Then along came the spiney issues and life seems to have come to a halt.
I am lucky in that I can still get out and enjoy pottering in the garden and love walking my dog but I'd dearly love to get involved in a 'sport' of some kind. I'm not particulary fit, although I do try to get down the gym. Other than the usual physical restraints that we all suffer from, my biggest enemy right now seems to be motivation .
I think I might try and give golf a go, the only small problem could be that my hands feel like they are made of cotton wool and I keep dropping things ..... don't suppose that's too good a start for golf is it!!
I'm so so so so so fed up, I keep painting the smile on pretending all is well but it really isn't. I've got some nerve conduction tests coming up soon - it's this bloody waiting game that really pees me off.
Sorry to appear ungrateful, alot of you are so much worse off than I am. I've just had a pretty bad time lately, I feel guilty telling family and friends about it, they don't know what to say and painting the smile on is just too much effort right now.
I'm enjoying watching the Olympics right now, maybe that's what is giving me itchy feet again (well at least they are itchy and not tingly - for a change)!
Big sigh ...........