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Pugwash's peg-leg

Please allow me to indulge with my new update...

I've received two fabulous, heavy books:-

The Ship Models at Glasgow Museum
The Oseberg Ship, by Vibeke Bischoff

The first is a pictorial catalogue of the museums vast collection of original builders models.
I'm rarely impressed and surprised at the same time, but this book is a tour de force, illustrating some of the worlds most impressive models from the iron and steel era.
Oh, how I wish I could spend a week there, to drink it all in.

The second is Ms Bischoffs Thesis/study of the 8th century ship, excavated from its burial mound in almost perfect condition and now displayed in its purpose built museum in Oslo.

This provided the template to build an accurate full scale replica.

Well, two to be honest.
Built to investigate what experimental archaeology can do.

Sadly, due to initial misunderstanding of provision of freeboard, was overwhelmed by a storm, with one fatality.

After revisions, the second example was and is a success.

And now my 'news'.

I've found determination has limits.
Last week I deliberately increased my efforts using the prosthetic in an attempt to speed up the process.

Friday involved a demanding physio appointment, which included going outside to tackle 'real world' surfaces, including grassed areas.
Of course this meant new challenges and effort, which I tackled 'creditably'.

Afterwards we had a frank discussion, laying bare crushing aspects of my capabilities.

One major aspect is my long standing disc degeneration.
This unfortunately presents my spine as a limiting factor.

Use of the prosthetic involves posture adaptation, highlighting the weekest link.

This means I have to digest uncomfortable facts.

My enthusiasm and determination will never overcome these difficulties.

The result of all last weeks efforts has been me encountering extreme pain, restricting what I can do at home. Including nights in bed awake.
It's now Wednesday and only now is the pain subsiding.

Living entirely alone I can't afford to push to the point where I can't complete the everyday tasks we all take for granted; it's an unwelcome tightrope to tread.

So my immediate prospects are; limited use of the prosthetic, with crutches; continued wheelchair dependence; probably an electric 'buggy' to give some semblance of local autonomy.

I was dreaming of more, so these factors combined, result in the first disappointment in a long time.

Quite a blow, but I have no alternative but make the most of where I am in this process.

I've ordered some hand rail grabs to be fitted outside my door and I'm confident I will be able to get out of the house, finally and be able to transit to the passenger seat of my one friends van.
To me that will be a game changer.

As is my habit, I'm not prepared to give up.
But my difficulties will continue indefinitely and it's up to me to adapt where I can.

My next domestic challenge is to set up my new laptop; a process fraught with issues of its own.

My old laptop is is well past its sell by date, having become erratic, slow and unreliable after 15 years of sterling service.
A bit like the inevitable decisions one has to face with an old pet.
Like losing a devoted friend.

EDIT:
On attempting to boot up the new device for the first time I discovered it can't find its own hard drive/operating system!
Then spent the whole morning chatting with a helpful young lady in INDIA!
None of her persuasive attempts to bring life into the damn thing worked, so I'm told to expect a courier tomorrow, to return it to HP A&E!

So this adventure continues.
 
Please allow me to indulge with my new update...

I've received two fabulous, heavy books:-

The Ship Models at Glasgow Museum
The Oseberg Ship, by Vibeke Bischoff

The first is a pictorial catalogue of the museums vast collection of original builders models.
I'm rarely impressed and surprised at the same time, but this book is a tour de force, illustrating some of the worlds most impressive models from the iron and steel era.
Oh, how I wish I could spend a week there, to drink it all in.

The second is Ms Bischoffs Thesis/study of the 8th century ship, excavated from its burial mound in almost perfect condition and now displayed in its purpose built museum in Oslo.

This provided the template to build an accurate full scale replica.

Well, two to be honest.
Built to investigate what experimental archaeology can do.

Sadly, due to initial misunderstanding of provision of freeboard, was overwhelmed by a storm, with one fatality.

After revisions, the second example was and is a success.

And now my 'news'.

I've found determination has limits.
Last week I deliberately increased my efforts using the prosthetic in an attempt to speed up the process.

Friday involved a demanding physio appointment, which included going outside to tackle 'real world' surfaces, including grassed areas.
Of course this meant new challenges and effort, which I tackled 'creditably'.

Afterwards we had a frank discussion, laying bare crushing aspects of my capabilities.

One major aspect is my long standing disc degeneration.
This unfortunately presents my spine as a limiting factor.

Use of the prosthetic involves posture adaptation, highlighting the weekest link.

This means I have to digest uncomfortable facts.

My enthusiasm and determination will never overcome these difficulties.

The result of all last weeks efforts has been me encountering extreme pain, restricting what I can do at home. Including nights in bed awake.
It's now Wednesday and only now is the pain subsiding.

Living entirely alone I can't afford to push to the point where I can't complete the everyday tasks we all take for granted; it's an unwelcome tightrope to tread.

So my immediate prospects are; limited use of the prosthetic, with crutches; continued wheelchair dependence; probably an electric 'buggy' to give some semblance of local autonomy.

I was dreaming of more, so these factors combined, result in the first disappointment in a long time.

Quite a blow, but I have no alternative but make the most of where I am in this process.

I've ordered some hand rail grabs to be fitted outside my door and I'm confident I will be able to get out of the house, finally and be able to transit to the passenger seat of my one friends van.
To me that will be a game changer.

As is my habit, I'm not prepared to give up.
But my difficulties will continue indefinitely and it's up to me to adapt where I can.

My next domestic challenge is to set up my new laptop; a process fraught with issues of its own.

My old laptop is is well past its sell by date, having become erratic, slow and unreliable after 15 years of sterling service.
A bit like the inevitable decisions one has to face with an old pet.
Like losing a devoted friend.

EDIT:
On attempting to boot up the new device for the first time I discovered it can't find its own hard drive/operating system!
Then spent the whole morning chatting with a helpful young lady in INDIA!
None of her persuasive attempts to bring life into the damn thing worked, so I'm told to expect a courier tomorrow, to return it to HP A&E!

So this adventure continues.
Thanks for updating! A lot of chapters in the process of becoming movable again with the help of others and equipment.
I thought automation was originally designed to help us... sometimes it's a good thing I don't have any stones on the floor. Otherwise, one would definitely have gone straight towards the screen.
Hopefully very soon a new laptop/pet to get new speed in your digital life.
Regards, Peter
 
Hey Pugwash, so sorry to hear about your recent challenges, but relieved to hear that you're not throwing in the towel. As with my injured hand with two missing fingers and limited usage of the other two, there will be some things (hopefully very few) that you just won't be able to do any more. All the rest will just have to be done differently and probably more slowly. While the dexterity in my right hand is severely limited, I maintain (and hopefully slightly improve) what I have by continually pushing myself with more challenges. I just received the 1:160 Enterprize stern section (boy, is that tiny!) and a classic Pocher Rolls Royce kit will arrive today. Yes, it can be frustrating trying to handle the small parts and continually dropping them, but I continue, because if I don't, I will lose all functionality as well as motivation. Then, what is left? Make lemonade with those lemons, my friend.

Congrats on your new books. I waited four months for my copy of the Oseberg book. Had a copy on loan from Cornell University during that time while I worked on my model. It is a great read and invaluable if you decide to build the model.

Stay strong my friend!
 
Pugwash,
Sorry to hear of the recent challenges, but you’ve got the determination to work through them. I know you said determination has its limits, but when coupled with the wisdom to know when it’s time to move on to another option (which you’ve shown you also have) it will still carry you a long way. Keep calm and carry on!

As an alternative to a wheelchair or buggy, have you considered one of those two-wheeled things like a Segway with handlebars? I don’t know if it would be suitable given your spinal considerations, but they are considerably more maneuverable than anything with four wheels.
 
Oy!
I've always been amazed at how a single Yiddish word can express the entire meaning of something, even to those of us who cannot actually speak the language.
Like Schmuck, ('nuff said)
Altercocker (that's me)
Zaftig, ( Oooh! See what I mean?) (Opposite of svelte but much more fun.)
Dreck. (the current state of your old laptop)
I feel ya, buddy!

Pete
 
Oy!
I've always been amazed at how a single Yiddish word can express the entire meaning of something, even to those of us who cannot actually speak the language.
Like Schmuck, ('nuff said)
Altercocker (that's me)
Zaftig, ( Oooh! See what I mean?) (Opposite of svelte but much more fun.)
Dreck. (the current state of your old laptop)
I feel ya, buddy!

Pete
We have a similar word in English. It can be used as a noun, verb, adverb, and adjective all in the same sentence: f*ck
 
Great information, to me at least, if I fall asleep on the train on the way home I could end up in Glasgow!

If I don’t I’ll just have to plan a day trip. Dundee is a bit short of good models in their museum, despite being the home of the Aberdeen bow.


As for laptops - just buy an apple. Absolutely brilliant after sale support. I’ve talked with senior support people across the world (I’m a bit of a geek in that world, pursuing abstruse and rare issues).
Always helpful, never give up on a question, calls are to a freephone number or they call you back, and they can log in to your machine if you let them and see what you see, though they can’t press any of your buttons. You just become a puppet doing what they say. Brilliant.
 
Schmaltz! How could I forget Schmaltz? And (of course) Schmeer.
It's what you do with schmaltz (or a little cream cheese) on a toasted onion bagel. :p
 
Here we go again!

Last weeks 'update' was, I think, my first encounter with despondency.

Since then, I decided to 'take a week off' any physical strenuous activity, to allow my body to recover from the result of being over ambitious too soon.

The hardest part has been the mental recovery.
I'd been confronted with some hard truths.
My life has been a challenge from day one, yet I'd always adopted the attitude that whatever difficulties were thrown at me, I could, with effort, patience and faith in myself, find ways to overcome and move foreward.
Every day, since my accident, I never doubted a way could be found to make the most of my changed circumstances.
Until last week realisation that there are limitations I can't avoid.

So yesterday I attended my latest physio session, discussed all this with 'Mel', my therapist.
Her response was incredible; she rose to this 'professional' challenge with a powerful empathy, acknowledging my feelings, yet supportively persuading me that having got to know me, she just knew I could dig deeper.

And so I did!
With refreshing vigor, I got off my arse, grabbed the parallel bars and demonstrated the next few steps weren't insurpassable afterall.
We proceeded with renewed determination.
With Mel's encouragement I got the thrill again and proceeded to have a rewarding, successful session, at the end of which we were almost in tears.
The joy was back.

Life has a way of hitting you in the face with a custard pie.

Returning home in the hospital transport, I found I was sharing the ride with an old gentleman on a stretcher, clearly inflicted with Dementia, with a capital 'D'.
It took a few moments before I recognised him.
That was a shock.
It was an old friend, 'Joe'.
I suppose I hadn't encountered him since pre Covid days,
I've known him for over 50 years. A quiet, studious man, he was the local photographer, employed to record the joy of others, such as weddings and other events and celebrations.

And there he was.
I talked to him but got not even a blink of recognition!
But I could also see he wasn't distressed in any way, in fact he seemed profoundly content.
We dropped him off at his care home and I said my 'last' goodbye.

Now, 'Back to the future'.
 
A new variation on "When life gives you lemons,,," (A glib aphorism that belongs in the same bin as "God has a reason for everything!..." Cautious )
But I agree with Namabiiru! Enjoy the custard! Thumbsup:p
And thank God for Mel!!
And from me, thanks for sharing your wise and philosophical optimism. Especially for the description of your friend's contentment, so I need not despair for my wife.
As always, ever your friend, Pete
 
Here's some dark humor for you.

Late this evening I was transporting my supper in my lap, from kitchen to lounge, when without warning the foot support column gave way suddenly, everything flying and dumping a red hot full cup of tea into my lap!
Leaving me singing 'Great Balls of Fire!'

I'm baffled, a substantial steel tube is bent like a banana.
Looks like a Uri Geller inside job.

EDIT
This is the offender... it should be straight !
Yes, it was an inside leg job; fortunately no lasting harm.

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Now I get it. the foot support on the wheelchair! Duh. :rolleyes:
I'm glad it didn't set you back months, if that sucker had had a critical failure, like the wheels coming off! Bad enuff.
 
Here's some dark humor for you.

Late this evening I was transporting my supper in my lap, from kitchen to lounge, when without warning the foot support column gave way suddenly, everything flying and dumping a red hot full cup of tea into my lap!
Leaving me singing 'Great Balls of Fire!'

I'm baffled, a substantial steel tube is bent like a banana.
Looks like a Uri Geller inside job.

EDIT
This is the offender... it should be straight !
Yes, it was an inside leg job; fortunately no lasting harm.

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