Last week, a weather bomb literally exploded in our garden. Stuff was blown everywhere, the greenhouse was devastated, and we lost a fence panel. Strictly speaking, the panel belongs to the neighbours, but since the house is rented, it’s not clear if or when it will be replaced. I need to make some temporary arrangements to secure our respective gardens, especially since we both have dogs. I do have some old fence panels that I might be able to use to fashion a suitable barrier in the short term. Years ago, the fence blew down regularly, but since the surrounding trees grew tall and wide, this hasn't been an issue for a long time.
Since my accident in November, I’ve not seen a doctor (except for the medical assessment for the claim) since that night in A&E. Although I have physio coming up soon, I wanted a professional opinion on my recovery, which seems to have plateaued lately. I made an appointment at my surgery—quite a while ago, since it wasn't classed as an emergency. I didn't know this doctor, but as someone who isn't a regular patient, that’s to be expected.
He checked me over and viewed my X-rays from the night of the accident. He then told me the A&E doctor was probably a little optimistic with his 6–8 week recovery estimate. Then, he dropped the "A" bomb: age. He said recovery would be slower at my age! I was a bit taken aback, but I suppose being over 50 means I fit into a particular bracket. He said the upcoming physio would be needed to push me over the line to a full recovery and that I shouldn't expect any lasting issues. I hope he's right.
The spirit of the "Urban Viking"—and the occasional absurdity of navigating the modern world—lives on in my webcomic, Northman. It’s a space where the same themes of authenticity and grit meet the dry humour of holding the line against weather bombs, aging, and the general chaos of life.
You can read the latest chapter here:
That's actually fairly good news from the doc. Best! -- hamster
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