The year's nearly gone. It's already the middle of January. Wow, that went fast.
I'm nearly done with unpacking too. Only one box is left with wool.
But the apartment still looks messy. All those little things to stow away and to install.
There are still those old fashioned lights on the ceiling from landlord-granny. From the fifties or sixties I guess.
Like this:
I don't like them. But I guess people would pay a lot for those original retro lights... I won't, they are boring.
I still feel a bit lost and lonely in my new place. I had nearly no visitors in my old place but I feel lonely now, nevertheless there's no change in "nearly-no-visitors".
I quit the contract with my coach. Too bad. I liked her a lot and training was nice and diverting.
From February on I'm without a coach for the 1st time for I guess 5 years or so.
I feel a lost not to be forced to do sports. What a huge responsibility to be forced to be responsible for my own fitness. Now there's no one to blame for my loss of fitness than me. Not real positive prospects.
Hip-wise, there's proliferation in the hip joint from ongoing inflammation - says yesterdays x-ray. So, I'll get another MRT to clarify the kind of damage it has done and maybe there will be another surgery. I will know more details on the 19th of February after the MRT and consultation with the specialist-guru.
12:12 pm - January 09, 2014
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