'Burası Türkiye!' 'This is Turkey!'

Oh, Bugger!

I really hate this getting older stuff, I really do! Well, not actually getting older, that’s alright. It’s the decrepitude. It’s the chickens of misspent youth, the years of abuse in the gym and playing at being a parachute soldier coming home to roost that are the pits.

you’d never guess we were categorised as fast moving light infantry

Carrying loads like this is what started the rot. Followed by years of macho denial as tears and sprains in the gym took their toll on knees and back. (I’m only showing this to remind myself that I was once a fine young specimen)

‘You’re stubborn and stupid,’ J used to say (and still does) ‘and I have no sympathy for you! You never know when to stop!’ Which is only her opinion and not exactly true. Anyway, J is from Yorkshire and everyone from Yorkshire is opinionated. I mean, look at Geoffrey Boycott for one. I don’t know why there hasn’t long ago been an independence campaign so that England can detach itself from that lot. At least then we wouldn’t have had to put up with his boring cricket commentaries and his even more boring batting!

Watching Boycott ‘chase’ runs was on a par with watching paint dry!

But enough of all that, I need to get back on topic. Where was I? Oh, yes! Decrepitude!

One knee in particular has been pretty troublesome for a long time. It has a history of falling apart, being operated on, generally fiddled about with and dishing out some eye-wateringly painful reminders of its existence in my life. About a year ago it also decided that a bit of gout would look good on its résumé. My excellent bone  surgeon sorted it out with medication and all seemed well. Then about couple of months ago it started to make a comeback and so I started back on the medication. It had no effect. Zilch! It was back to the bone doctor.

What he soon discovered was that along with the gouty crystals there were deposits as a side effect of one of the heart medications that decrepitude requires I consume on a daily basis. So, that prescription has been changed and there are even more pills and creams to add to the cocktail and for three weeks there will be ‘WD40‘ injections into the knee.

Oh, bugger! would seem a pretty appropriate response to all this except for one thing. In the space of just a few days the pain has been relieved and last night I got the first decent night’s sleep in quite some time. Living here in Turkey means instant treatment and being contributors to the social insurance scheme the bulk of the costs are defrayed by the state health-care system. Beats the hell out of the UK and most any place else in the world if your chickens are coming home to roost and crapping all over the place!

Roll on Spring, and let me get at that patch of stony ground up there in the mountains!

Alan Fenn, grinning like a Cheshire Cat here in Turkey.

14 thoughts on “Oh, Bugger!

  1. Hi Alan. Sorry for your troubles. Knee pain is horrible. You always look like a pretty fit specimen to me and you are always doing amazing work around your place. Glad you are feeling better and delighted the Health Service is so good in Turkey. I have had some excellent care from the NHS too. Best wishes. Mary

  2. Thank you for another good read. Yes decrepitude gets to us all at some point. Do hope the injections do the job and bring that decrepitude to a halt for the foreseeable future. I empathise with you over moving stone. It is the bain of our lives here in Adrasan – yes that is next to Olympos worth a visit if you are ever heading towards Antalya – we have enough stone on our land to build a tower block.
    Getmiş olsun

  3. I can sympathize with you where the getting old bit is concerned !! !! not that my youth was spent in quite the same way as you. !!!!! some how no matter what we do it has a way of catching up with us, And as for our NHS what can one say, ” Crap” and seems to be getting worse. !!!! But I hope the treatment you are now getting will do the trick for you. All the best to you both.

  4. Alan,

    Don’t know what to say except that J is right (“You don’t know when to stop!”) but at the same time, it’s a terrible thing to have to accept that the flesh is weakening all the time. Thank heavens for the SGK and pass the rakı! Love, M and J

  5. Oh Alan, that sounds a little rough. Sorry to hear it. Hope you are doing better. My grandmother always used to remind me “getting old is not for sissies!” , and she definitely was not one. You are definitely not one either. You will be back on your feet soon, but don’t push yourself too hard. Listen to the opinionated lady from Yorkshire!!

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