AIt could be I'm getting old or my bed despises me, but I'm getting up in the morning with a stiff left shoulder and today my neck is painful too. It's really frustrating as it is sore to keep my head straight. If I was to fetch the fishing tackle out and go for the riverside today, I fear that fishing would be quite painful instead of what it should be, which is calming.
Angling is a chance for anyone to be able to spend some decent time by oneself, think about where life is going and what can be changed, what is going nicely and what isn't. One gets so few openings to be by myself and I honestly believe that could be a reason for an accumulation of unwanted stress. For instance, I work at home, the present Mrs Izzard has also been at home on long term sick leave after after getting breast cancer in April 2010. The best thing is that since I am at home, I have been able to support her, transport and be with her when she's been getting chemo and radiotherapy and then following that when she's been dealing with the resulting effects I can look after our son.
However, the downside was that, particularly during the radiotherapy, which was each weekday, I was not able to get on to doing any work. After the journey to the hospital and back, which was at least a ninety minute exercise, then getting Will to school, having some lunch, fetching Will again and coming home, there was rarely a period of an hour or more until late in the day when I could actually get down with doing anything which clearly meant that any prospect of taking the fishing tackle out of the garage and doing a bit of angling was all but impossible. This increases my stress levels a lot, with little opportunity of taking a decent break.
What is happening now is that things are clearing up. Chemo and radiotherapy is complete, and Mrs Izzard is looking to head back to work on January seventeenth which is very exciting. She will have to have an intravenous herceptin treatment every three weeks but there are no unpleasant consequences from that. So, as she will be collecting Will from kindergarten on her way home every day, it could be that if I wanted to, I could have a few hours of an afternoon doing some fishing at one of the nearby canals. I do have a need to get some new fishing tackle before I can go anywhere, as well as get a rod licence and join the Birmingham Angling Association to be permitted to fish the canals, but maybe I can get everything sorted out by the time she returns to work.
Whether I can spend an afternoon fishing of course, will rely on work and if I can get enough done in the mornings to be able to leave it and exchange the laptop for the fishing tackle. Perhaps Friday afternoons will be the easiest to justify, but at least because I work for myself then I will know whether I actually can afford to bunk off.
20110106
Angling is a chance for anyone to be able to spend some decent time by oneself, think about where life is going and what can be changed, what is going nicely and what isn't. One gets so few openings to be by myself and I honestly believe that could be a reason for an accumulation of unwanted stress. For instance, I work at home, the present Mrs Izzard has also been at home on long term sick leave after after getting breast cancer in April 2010. The best thing is that since I am at home, I have been able to support her, transport and be with her when she's been getting chemo and radiotherapy and then following that when she's been dealing with the resulting effects I can look after our son.
However, the downside was that, particularly during the radiotherapy, which was each weekday, I was not able to get on to doing any work. After the journey to the hospital and back, which was at least a ninety minute exercise, then getting Will to school, having some lunch, fetching Will again and coming home, there was rarely a period of an hour or more until late in the day when I could actually get down with doing anything which clearly meant that any prospect of taking the fishing tackle out of the garage and doing a bit of angling was all but impossible. This increases my stress levels a lot, with little opportunity of taking a decent break.
What is happening now is that things are clearing up. Chemo and radiotherapy is complete, and Mrs Izzard is looking to head back to work on January seventeenth which is very exciting. She will have to have an intravenous herceptin treatment every three weeks but there are no unpleasant consequences from that. So, as she will be collecting Will from kindergarten on her way home every day, it could be that if I wanted to, I could have a few hours of an afternoon doing some fishing at one of the nearby canals. I do have a need to get some new fishing tackle before I can go anywhere, as well as get a rod licence and join the Birmingham Angling Association to be permitted to fish the canals, but maybe I can get everything sorted out by the time she returns to work.
Whether I can spend an afternoon fishing of course, will rely on work and if I can get enough done in the mornings to be able to leave it and exchange the laptop for the fishing tackle. Perhaps Friday afternoons will be the easiest to justify, but at least because I work for myself then I will know whether I actually can afford to bunk off.
20110106
