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Pretty sure I've had runner's knee for the last 15 years now. Used to run a lot in my teens (cross country and 400m). Got bad knees when I was 15, saw a specialist through my dads BUPA, had an MRI and an isotope scan and got told my knee pads were rubbing together irritating my cartilage. Unfortunately shortly after that my dad was made redundant and didn't have BUPA anymore so nothing more was done. NHS doc told me to stop running and gave me shitloads of ibruprofen.
Have been back many times about my knee and been sent to various physios with no results. I stopped running and doing stressful exercise and still I have pain. Last year a physio sent me to a podiatrist as he noticed I walked funny and I had hip bursitis. Turns out one of my legs is about 2 inches shorter than the other, they gave me orthotics to wear in my shoes and that resolved my hip problem but my knee seems to have just gotten worse. Just walking the 10 mins from the train station to my house is really painful and walking downstairs is a nightmare as sometimes my knee gives way and I can't put any weight on it.
Went out for a longish ride (for me anyway) on Sunday and my knee has been swollen ever since.
I have an appointment next week with a new GP surgery so we'll see what they suggest.
My mum had her knee cap removed when she was 24 which didn't seem to help her (mind you this was probably because they forgot to but a new one in!)
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Nearly got squashed by, surprise surprise, an Addison Lee van this morning. I'm going into Traffy Sq from Whitehall, the lights are green and Mr Addison Lee decides he's in the wrong lane so drives into my lane without any indication or warning right into my path. I wave at him and shouted HEY and he decides to carry on driving into my lane as we go around the curve into Traffy Sq leaving me no room what so ever. Didn't get a plate as I was too busy reminding him he had a fucking indicator and that he was an utter bellend. Cheers to the guy who stopped at the next set of lights to ask if I was ok, I'm sorry for my language.
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Mum has just bought this little guy for my dad, can't wait to meet him in a few weeks. My dad has always wanted a husky but my mum always gets yappy yorkies.
My next door neighbour's cat Charlie appears to have adopted me as his bitch. He meows at me through either my bedroom window or the kitchen window to let him in the main door. Thankfully he hasn't yet figured out it's quicker for him to get to his home by going through mine via the patio but I'm sure he will soon. He also hides in the bush by the main door and pounces on me when I get home from work. Scares the shit out of me every time.
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That's Clovis Salmon's place. He's been about for years. He's alright, said he'd look out for my stolen bike.
http://www.samthewheels.co.uk/2008-interviews-volunteers/455
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Near park royal where they film the boardroom