Ehlers Danloss Syndrome (EDS).
EDS is an inherited muscle disorder, the sufferer has no support for any joint - hence the reason for the support boot on my left ankle - in the next month, I hope to have an operation to ease the pressure on the other tendon. If I don't get the operation - the op is only a band aid to help a broken leg - the tendon WILL tear by late March. I have been getting tingling sensations up my right leg for the last two days.
Because I am required to wear the boot, I can only get out of the house for one day a week, and then only for a few hours. Yes, I did overdo it yesterday, and yes, I will pay for it for the next three or four days. Can you blame me, it doesn't make a difference if the time is two hours, or five hours; the resulting pain is the same.
Near death experiences.
A few years ago, on the German site Bookrix, I put a few of my experiences in a short e-book; I later put them in two blogs entitled Guardian Angels. The resulting reaction to reading my blogs was that my friends were amazed I was still alive. I was asked to write a book about my time in the Royal Air Force, as a result of friends reading my stories.
As I say, I have been asked to write my life story, I have baulked at the idea for many reasons; the main reason being I feel it would be conceited of me to write about myself. If somebody wanted to write a biography, I would be honoured. Another reason is I don't consider my life all that exciting, hair raising at times-yes. However, in the light of recent events, I may change my views, not because I think I am that important that people will want to read my story - God forbid I get that arrogant - but to tell you of my near death experiences, and how they altered the way I think.
Many of the experiences I mentioned have led me to believe I have a guardian angel; I have almost lost the sight in my right eye three times, and been involved in many accidents. For what purpose - if any - I have been saved eludes me. I may be lucky, or perhaps it wasn't my time to go. However, with the light of recent events I fear things are changing.
Death of a news hound
Christmas 2013 was a traumatic time for me, it began a period when I almost died three times in a week, as described in my book https://www.draft2digital.com/book/62636 I already thought I was on the short list for a funeral; a few months earlier the specialist at Southmead Hospital, Bristol thought I had Farby's disease. This is a disorder, which builds fat up in the veins. It IS a killer, men die by 2 months after their 58th birthday, and I had just had my 57th a month before I was diagnosed. This threat made me realise the things I would miss; things you take for granted like the sound of rain, the feel of wind on your. The realisation of the closeness to death brought home to me, the small things I would miss, and the sorrow of my grandson not knowing his grandfather. A sorrow I can relate to, we moved south when I was eight, and I lost touch with my family in Yorkshire.
Last night I was trying to cross the road near our ASDA superstore, when I was almost hit by a car. Because I wear the boot, I always allow for more time to cross a road than I need, on this occasion it saved me from at least serious injury, and probably death. If you think I am exaggerating, the car involved approached the roundabout in question at about 40mph. The driver had one hand on the wheel, and the other lighting a cigarette - so, he never saw me - he had to brake so hard I expected to hear a crash, but he managed to brake and change lanes before he hit the car in front of him.
I get the feeling my time is approaching, I have had too many lucky escapes for too long. A cat is supposed to have nine lives, and mine are running out quickly. You may think me silly, and why not, but I sometimes feel as though I have a target painted on my back. I have almost been knocked down on a zebra crossing twice- while I was walking across the road - and I've lost count of the times cyclists on the sidewalks have almost hit me.