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Some days ago I have returned from great winter vacation in the Courchevel area, Savoie, France itno the most beautiful spring here in my region..(finally!).
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Unfortunately, I have got problems with my cervical spine (blockade)-caused by a fall when skiing..Thanks to a good Physiotherapist I feel better meanwhile. But sitting for a longer period in front of my PC is strictly forbidden...
I will catch up as soon as possible. Thank you for understanding.
See you soon and thank you for your friendship :-)
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Physiotherapeut Hille behandelt Herrn AU-WEH
Schattenmann or physiotherapist with shadow physiotherapist Hille treats Mr. AU-WEH
Schattenmann ou physiothérapeute avec l'ombre Physiothérapeute Hille a traité M. AU Weh
Schattenmann o fisioterapeuta con la sombra fisioterapeuta Hille tratados Sr. Au Weh
Schattenmann ou fisioterapeuta com Fisioterapeuta sombra Hille tratada Mr. AU Weh
Schattenmann o un fisioterapista con ombra Fisioterapista Hille trattati Mr. AU Weh
Ein sonniges Wochenende wünsche ich meinen Besucher*innen.
A sunny weekend I wish my visits *.
Un week-end ensoleillé Je souhaite mes visites * à l'intérieur.
Un fin de semana soleado Deseo que mis visitas * interior
Um fim de semana ensolarado Desejo minhas visitas * dentro.
Un week-end di sole Vorrei che le mie visite * all'interno.
Just a wonderful burst of colour as I walked the route that my physiotherapist had said I could do with ease .....
Not that easy, but so good to get to see some other parts of town that I've missed.
Off to watch the 📺, back tomorrow. :)
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I had another session of physio this morning and as no-one was available to take me, I walked down again - slowly. Still no benches outside the Town Hall, so sat on the wall again.
Obviously, I now don't need to give myself so much time to get there,
Saw this beauty when I'd almost got to the Post Office, which is opposite my physiotherapist's rooms.
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Mini Ukulele Souvenir
For Macro Monday - Musical Instrument
A very old souvenir from Fiji. This Ukulele is part of a pen stand that sits on my desk, it has been on my desk 35 years.
The length (on the diagonal) shown here is 45 mm, and yes, I can strum the strings!
I am running very late today, I had a long and productive session with my physiotherapist. While it will be a while until I can pick up the birding lens he has given me clearance to drive again.
Happy Macro Monday!
Daffodil (Narcissus)
For my 100 Flowers Project - 2025
I thought I had missed the Daffs this year, they were all blooming during the time I was unable to use the camera. I spotted these in David and Sue's garden yesterday.
I have x-rays and an appointment with the orthopaedic surgeon and physiotherapist on Tuesday - hopefully the sling can come off and the physio can start soon.
Just playing with quick iphone images I took of Penny the physiotherapist and all-round womanderful person.
Textures by Clive Sax
As no-one could drive me to my physio session this morning, I took a slow walk down to it instead.
I had hoped to be able to take one of my pit stops on a bench by the Town Hall, but for some unknown reason, all the benches near it have been removed. I found a wall instead.
Then as I was still early took a small walk down the road to take a few photos.
Sadly, I've been grounded from taking too many walks by my physiotherapist. I keep getting something that feels like "cramp" in my left calf and he wants me to see our doctor, before I go for any "long" walks. A two week wait for an appointment.
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Pittosporum (Pittosporum undulatum)
For my 100 Flowers Project - 2025
Our Pittosporum tree is flowering, the scent as we open the front door is wonderful and the bees are very happy.
Just the one image tonight, it has been a long day of x-rays and consultations. Thankfully I don't have to wear the sling unless the arm is tired and the physiotherapist has started me on the 'easy' exercises to start rebuilding muscle tone and strength.
I apologise for not viewing your images tonight but I am tired and will be heading for bed very early.
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This is a rather cute little community bus stop waiting shed in the little seaside community of Wagstaffe in New South Wales. Wagstaffe sits on Brisbane Water which is the southern part of the central coast around the mouth of the Hawkesbury River. It's rather nice inside with cushions, plants and other things to look at while waiting for the bus. Plus you have Kooka here as company.
I might not be on flickr all the time at the moment as my old crumby back has caught up and incapacitated me. Can't walk or move much. I am hoping for some relief from the magic hands of my Physiotherapist.
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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Previously unpublished shot from a great day in the city in April 2018.
So I have been nursing back pain for over 6 weeks now, a pain that worsened after litter picking a local footpath but a pain that really started with grinding sensations in my lumber spine a week or two beforehand. I had hoped some home-care would ease me through this but the pain is just getting worse.
Years of front-line heavy lifting and a few extra walking around with my camera gear has taken its toll. I expected my back to suffer for it one day but not quite so soon.
So my Dr. cannot directly refer me for an MRI scan without referring me through a 'spinal pathway' where I will have to jump through some hoops with ever increasing seniorities of physiotherapist. It could take weeks and, owing to my chronic ankle injury, I am already on some very seriously heavy duty painkillers so there is no relief there.
Fingers crossed that I can get this sorted but I fear it may end up that I have to move towards a much lighter camera set-up in the future. I'm quite tall and the people of Glasgow, as a generalisation, are quite a bit smaller so most of my eye-level shots are with me crouching or bending. That may pose some problems. Sigh.
Stay safe my Flickr friends and thank you for allowing me to vent my frustrations here. I am grateful for your eyes and ears as always.
Leanne
Oleg has a sore back and is now on the massage table with physiotherapist Dr Ken.
KEN:
Well Mr Oleg what happened to you?
OLEG:
I walked through the Magic Portal and bent too far forward.
Then I couldn't stand up straight anymore.
KEN:
Hm... the Magic Portal... those are indeed a bit small to walk through. A young person has no problems with them, but you, Mr Oleg, have to be careful. You are a bear in your old age and then your movement will become a bit stiff.
OLEG:
I am not old! I still do all sorts of things.
KEN:
They all say that at that age Mr Oleg.
Put down your trouser straps and just lie down on the massage table.
Meanwhile, Oleg is ready for the treatment
Doctor Ken warms his hands and puts gel on them
He begins to massage Oleg's back...firmly.
OLEG:
Ouch..that hurts...ouch....argh.
After 20 minutes....
KEN:
We are ready Mr Oleg. You can stand up.
Oleg carefully gets off the table and slides his trouser straps back up.
OLEG:
That feels a lot better already Doctor Ken
KEN:
That is the intention Mr Oleg
I will see you again in a week
OLEG:
Goodbye doctor Ken
KEN:
Goodbye Mr Oleg
This morning I had to go on the road early because of a workshop for my work as physiotherapist. I knew it was going to be a great sunrise. So I took my camera with me and had to stop overhere. It was just a 5 minute stop. Made two photos, one test and this one with long exposure. And sometimes you have that feeling, that you know that 2 photos is enough. This was such a moment. Happy with this one!
The "Trapped Nerve" series continues - at last things are starting to feel better, not right but better.
The pain is manageable now without the Diazepam; so at least I am awake. Walking any distance or standing up straight triggers of the pain in my leg specifically in the knee.
At least I can see a light at the end of the tunnel now - I think its the physiotherapist coming the other way with a torch at the end of the week.
I will be glad to be off the painkillers and drink some beer.
The trapped nerve series:
😄Good old FELIX is giving us an EVERLASTING SMILE 😄
Meeting with Felix at my physiotherapist's reception, watching over my treatments and excercises 😄😄😄
[Dedicated to CRA (ILYWAMHASAM)]
Taken July 24, 2024 and uploaded for the group
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Macro Mondays Member’s Choice: Abstract Macro
No, its not a dragon's egg nor is it frog acne - it is a 'spiky ball'. These are used by physiotherapists and massage therapists as a primitive torture devices while simultaneously convincing you it's doing you good.
TL;DR - It has been an interesting year!
As 2025 draws to a close, I am reflecting on what has been a very challenging year for me whilst remaining mindful that many others have had it a lot worse. Forgive my self indulgence as I ramble on for a while!
In February, I experienced Achilles Tendonitis which was totally disabling and extremely painful, rendering me unable to get around without the aid of crutches for about 5 weeks. That came as quite a shock for someone who has roamed the mountains injury free for the best part of 25 years.
After a couple of false starts, I was able to get back into the hills again and then in May my knee let me down and I was unable to walk again. My physiotherapist informed me that the knee wasn't damaged as such, but had become functionally weak and my muscles had atrophied due to being off my feet during my achilles episode. It is only now, 8 months later, that I am beginning to trust my knee again in the mountains but it remains weak and I have to be very careful.
In practical terms, my long lay off has meant that I couldn’t work as a mountain leader which left me in dire straits financially. Likewise, I couldn’t get out to finish my book which is long overdue. I have 7 routes to complete before I can hand in my manuscript to the publisher. I have had long periods of constant pain which has made performing even the most simple of tasks maddeningly difficult.
The mental health implications have not been inconsiderable and have forced me to delve into my inner world and examine my sense of self.
Could this be the end of my hillwalking and who the hell am I if I can’t regularly spend time in the mountains? What good am I to my lovely Kathy as a cripple?
During this time, I have sought solace and distraction in creating music and settling into my identity as an autistic person while slowly unmasking and unlearning decades of harmful behaviours and negative self talk. I am also currently undergoing weekly counselling sessions. Being forced into such intense reflection has been a steep learning curve but, ultimately, extremely rewarding.
I am fortunate to have a handful of close friends who have unerringly had my back, looked out for me and been there when needed, and none more so than my Kathy.
So, as I look down the barrel of a new year, I am filled with gratitude for all the wonderful things and people I have in my life.
I am fat and unfit, but as I return more fully to the mountains I am so very aware that they are a gift not to be taken for granted.
All my recent walks have been experienced through new eyes; those of someone more able to live in the moment and see the extraordinary beauty in things they once thought of as mundane.
Whilst being a touch premature, I wish you all a peaceful 2026 and hope that like me, you can shake off the useless paradigms which no longer serve you and choose your battles wisely.
Here’s a picture of a very happy me, taken yesterday, and looking forward to all that 2026 has to offer.
l gave a friend a lift to his physiotherapist , and as it was raining waited in the car. Before long l was taking photos of the light coming through the trees and the window gave this wonderful distorted view of the trees. A very green Abstract indeed.
A pink thread as an ode and respect for the risk that healthcare professionals, doctors, physiotherapists and specialists risk their lives to help Corona patients and working in a hospital. Especially for my daughter Jana.
Nederlands - Dutch : Een roze draad als ode en respect voor het risico die hulverleners, dokters , kinesisten en specialisten die hun leven wagen om Corona patiënten te helpen en werken in een ziekenhuis algemeen. Speciaal voor mijn dochter Jana.
I recently cycled the 100 miles from Berwick upon Tweed to Newcastle with this group of cyclists, most living with LVAD devices (see below if you would like to know more) , what impressed me most was their positivity. I say most, Luca, the guy at the top of the stairs had a heart transplant just one month before this image was taken, he completed the ride with gusto and he never stopped smiling. Kudos to all.
Background of the Electric Cranks Cycling Club
The Electric Cranks Cycling Club is a remarkable and inspiring community of cyclists who share a powerful bond: every member is living with acute heart failure and relies on a Left Ventricular Assist Device (LVAD) to support their heart function. Formed out of resilience, hope, and a shared passion for life on two wheels, the club represents a pioneering step in redefining what’s possible for those living with advanced heart conditions.
LVADs are mechanical devices that help pump blood from the left ventricle to the rest of the body, often used in patients with severe heart failure—either as a bridge to transplant or as a long-term solution. For many, the presence of an LVAD can feel like the end of physical ambition. But the Electric Cranks prove otherwise.
Founded by patients, supported by healthcare professionals, and united by determination, the club offers its members more than exercise—it offers freedom, camaraderie, and a sense of control in the face of chronic illness. The “crank” in the name refers not just to the bicycle crankset, but also to the inner drive of each rider—powered not just by electricity, but by sheer will and collective strength.
Cycling with an LVAD presents unique challenges—equipment adaptations, battery management, and constant medical awareness—but the Electric Cranks tackle these together. They ride not only to improve physical health and cardiovascular endurance, but also to break stigma, raise awareness, and inspire others living with heart failure to pursue active and meaningful lives.
The club rides regularly, supports new members with peer mentoring, and partners with cardiologists, physiotherapists, and transplant units to ensure all activity is safe and empowering. Their motto: “Powered by Heart and Electricity” perfectly captures the spirit of the Electric Cranks—a club that refuses to be defined by limitation and instead rides toward hope, health, and community.
Saw this while I was sitting on a low wall on my way to the physiotherapist.
Had hoped that I'd catch some of the Swifts that were flying around, but no luck.
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On the way to my physiotherapist, I saw these gorgeous roses after the rain and stopped to smell them... with my camera :-)
They are doing a great job of surviving the rainy and windy weather we've had lately in Helsinki.
I'm afraid they won't be hanging on any longer though.
Thai massage follows almost similar energy lines than the meridians of acupuncture. It has Indian origins, from Ayurveda.
Laos massage is very close to Thai massage.
Both techniques are mainly done with clothes. They are efficient during a trek when it is not possible to undress in cool conditions.
Learning with a certified masseur physiotherapist able to give explanations about different Asian techniques is safer than doing anything without knowledge.
The basics of Thai massage are taught by Eric Lon when trekking in Himalaya.
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Les lignes d’énergie sur lesquelles agit le massage thaïlandais ressemblent aux méridiens d acupuncture. Le massage thailandais a des origines indiennes.
Le massage thaïlandais est proche du massage laotien.
Les deux techniques se pratiquent à travers des vêtements. Ces massages sont indiqués lorsqu'il fait trop froid pour se dévêtir, comme en haute montagne.
Mieux vaut apprendre l' art du massage avec un masseur kinésithérapeute diplômé qui a étudié différentes formes de massage asiatiques plutôt que de s'improviser masseur.
L'enseignement des bases du massage thaïlandais fait partie des randonnées himalayennes auxquelles Eric Lon participe.
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An interesting light fitting at my physiotherapist's office. Taken while waiting for my early morning appointment.
A young cerebral palsy client improves her walking skills with the help of a Cambodia Trust physiotherapist. Increased mobility will help this young girl to live a more independent life.
Photo: Mark Shapiro
As soon as I read the theme for this week's Macro Mondays was Layers, I knew I had to do something with an onion.
As a (now retired) NHS physiotherapist for 36 years, the problem of chronic pain seemed to become more prevalent, and certainly became better understood during my working life.
One description was that the original pain is like the inner layer of an onion, and then we as human beings add layers of complexity to this, with our attitudes and beliefs (such as pain=damage), our psychological distress (because we can't do what we want to do), illness behaviours (limping, expressing verbally tthat we are in pain), and our social environment (eg family wrapping us in cotton wool).
We would then try and encourage the person to peel off all those layers, and find that the pain underneath isn't so very bad after all.
I played around with a slice of onion measuring 3.5"x2.5" and tried various apertures with it on a lightpad. The fully blurry one became my favourite, because it gives an impression of the layers of pain that someone experiences, and because I'm always putting up things that are too focussed and literal!
I was down at the beach yesterday. Two of the careers from Guingamp came over with two of the people who were there with me and another man who has recently moved in.
We had a lovely time catching up, drinking a rather expensive hot chocolate and then a good stroll along the promenade. My physiotherapist said if I can manage that with only 1 stop and a small rest near the end, my walks now need to be longer!!
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"In Autumn 1942 watching a tree there a leaf falling
and I decided to dance that dance, but when i tired to find the right music i couldn't...So I asked the autumn leaf "You need music to move?" The leaf Answered "No, i need the wind"
"I have to thank life: although I have always subjected to a constant and difficult fight, but I was introduced to the wonderful world of dance that is, in essence, the meeting of a being with others"
Maria Fux
Maria Fux dancer, choreographer and danzaterapeuta Argentine has danced in the most important theaters of the world, expressing their aesthetic and understanding of dance as a way to the fullness of the expressive potential possessed by every human being.
Creator of dance therapy, based its work methodology on the integration of people with Down syndrome, mental retardation, deaf, hard of isolation, spasticity, elderly, etc.
At 93 years continues his dancing and teaching, traveling the world, giving courses and transmitting his vast experience.
In his dance school in Buenos Aires and in training schools in Europe that transmit his method, many people have formed and are formed to become danzaterapeuti (people working in the world of disability, psychotherapists, physiotherapists, psychologists, fonoaudiologi, doctors , dance teachers, etc.)
No need of the day dedicated to women to talk about special women.I saw this documentary and I wanted to share the emotion that gave me this dancer with the wind....
Obviously, wind or not, I had to find a music and this is perfect for me.....
Trees image is mine, dancer is Maria Fux
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Location: Sumatra, Indonesia
After the bad fall in Bandung, Indonesia 2 weeks ago, I immediately contact my friends that I might not make it to Sumatra.
I did not think it is possible to even walk let alone herp. Fast forward 2 weeks with the help of my doctor & physiotherapist, I make my way to Sumatra. Meeting up with my buddies at JW Marriot and slowly but surely we engage in one of a kind of herp adventure across Sumatra.
After many days of coming home without something to shout about. This two find summed up my entire trip. These two endemic & rare vipers were found on the last day of my trip. I was supposed to fly back to Malaysia the next day. God is good! Hehe
Looking Close... on Friday: Zipper
Story time! This is my new dance bag, which I have only used once so far on a happy occasion, for the annual performance of my dance school, and which hopefully I will use again... as soon as I possibly can? Next Friday, I am having surgery done on my right ankle, which has been increasingly weak and unstable for years following a serious injury and several recurring sprains that were never properly treated. (And no, it is not the left ankle, which I sprained too in April, probably because of the general instability; but this one is getting slowly but surely better, because *now* I have a great physiotherapist.) Anyway, it will probably be several months before I can go back to dance class and use this pretty new bag. It will be difficult, but I also know that it is for the best because I will come back stronger and without the constant fear of injuries. In the meantime, I will hold on to the good memories, which this bag is very much part of, since it contained my costume and make up on a wonderful day.
The "Trapped Nerve" series continues.
The third degree is an intense, harsh way to question a suspect.
It's very common for people to joke about the third degree, using it to mean "lots of questions" or "too much curiosity." The actual third degree is a cruel interrogation technique—essentially torture. The term dates from about 1900, and earlier meanings are also still used today: a third-degree burn is the most severe type, and a third-degree crime is the least serious.
Today's appointment with the physiotherapist felt a bit like the "third degree". The UK still doesn't have a "joined up" health service; so I live in Devon but close to the Somerset border so my nearest hospital is in Somerset, my doctor is in Devon the Physiotherapist is from a completely different hospital in Exeter - - so all the same questions again as the computer systems don't talk to each other.
They all have colourful apps and web sites - but an all encompassing national secure database for medical records seems beyond them!
The result - some exercises more pain relief and come back in a month.
Its not the staff, they were all helpful, polite, kind and I know "back problems" take a while to sort out but it still leaves you feeling disgruntled and disappointed - I suppose its only normal.
The trapped nerve series:
Asklepion, 5 km away from Kos city center.. In 357 BC, built and tested. Asklepios (god of medicine) believed that they descended from, guards the secrets of medicine, healer Asklepiada from the traces of the priest 's is the main temple of. Patients lying in front of Hippocrates, physiotherapists
Forse non tutti sanno che nella quiete del Parco di Trenno esiste questo piccolo cimitero di guerra del Commonwealth che raccoglie 417 caduti dell'Impero Britannico durante la Seconda Guerra Mondiale (Regno Unito, Australia, Canada, Nuova Zelanda, India, Sud Africa e Rhodesia, compresa una fisioterapista e due soldati italiani dell'Esercito Cobelligerante). Oltre che dalle zone intorno a Milano (specialmente gli equipaggi di bombardieri abbattuti) vengono anche da altre aree della penisola e del Mediterraneo.
Perhaps not everyone knows that in the quiet of Parco di Trenno there is this small Commonwealth war cemetery that collects 417 fallen from the British Empire during the Second World War (United Kingdom, Australia, Canada, New Zealand, India, South Africa and Rhodesia, including a physiotherapist and two Italian soldiers of the Cobelligerant Army). They come from the areas around Milan (expecially crews of downed bombers), but also from other areas of the peninsula and the Mediterranean.
"...But here in this graveyard that's still no man's land
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man..."
Eric Bogle - No Man's Land (Green Fields of France)