Do you heed the warnings?
Do you listen to your body?
That may sound an odd question to ask, but do you?
May problems started when I was about 11, I was hit on the side of the head by a cricket ball; I didn't suffer any major injury, but from that day until about 5 years ago I could detect a thunderstorm before it came. The reason is the accident caused a sinus blockage, and the air pressure build up before the storm gave me a violent headache, often bad enough to send me to bed.
Several years later, I pulled a hamstring playing football in college, that injury plagues me to this day; I am concerened my right tendon may snap too as I need to put more preesure on it; the ledt tendon tore over a decade ago.
Though my body is braking up, I have a lot to be thankful for. Not long after this photograph was taken outside of Frenchay Hospital, Bristol - 12 years ago - a young man, half my age came out on crutches, from the look of his injuries he could have been in a car accident, he was unable to stand without crutches. I got my injury in 1974 when I was in the Royal Air Force, of all things playing hockey. From time-to-time, my tendon would twinge, then one wet Friday in 2011 it snapped.
My next illness arose in Scotland one August afternoon, I was cycling from the photography section to the hard standing at RAF Lossiemouth, to collect a camera to process the film, when I was hit in the face by the low sun; the glow was so strong I nearly fell off the bicycle I was riding, from then (1976) until a few years ago, I syffered badly with migraines.
Several years ago, while attempting to find a little romance, while my life at home was falling apart, I met several ladies I had been chatting to online - none of the meetings went well - I think we are viewing the friendship from different angles, I was looking for friendship when I think they wanted something else. At one meeting with a lady in Bath, I had the worst case of cramp in my life, this attack went down my left side from shoulder to ankle, and immobilised me for over an hour. Looking back, I am sure my body was telling me she was not right for me.