Had a really good giggle last night when I ventured out with the fam and K to watch my bro enjoy his birthday pressie from earlier in the year with 10 minutes fly-time at Airkix indoor skydiving centre in MK.
It’s unbelievably cool – a little plexiglass bubble one story up above a pair of jet turbiney things (that’s their trade name, obviously), which serves to suspend people mid-air as if falling at great speed from a plane.
My bro, the sicken sports fanatic that he is, got on amazingly well. He did 4 “jumps” of 2.5 minutes each and manged to learn 8 out of 10 techniques of flight. His instructor told us afterwards you’re supposed to learn one per flight, so he’d doubled the expectation and mastered most of them within his 10 minutes. I really hate him sometimes.
Mind you, it was hilarious to watch him with his little cheeks wibbling away in the uprush of air. He even managed to dribble upwards. It feels a little odd when you watch people do it, because you’re the other side of a plexiglass window about 2 feet away from them, so if they lose control a little, they endup nearly head-butting you. Nervous laughter abounds amoungst the spectators getting a little weirdly close to people the don’t know in zoo-like conditions.
It’s an amazing thing, though, the Airkix centre and I have to recommend it to anyone as a gift, or even as a treat for yourself. It’s not cheap, I know that much, but it looked like so much fun. I was extremely jealous, but I’ve got something else to add to my list of post-tx “must do’s” now.
After we watched his diving antics, we all headed off for a nice Tex-Mex dinner, which went down wonderfully. By the end of it, though, I was exhausted. Is wasn’t until we were in the car on the way home that K pointed out that I’d woken up at 6.30am that morning (no reason, was just awake and couldn’t nod off again) and without a sleep in the afternoon, it was no wonder I was a touch on the snoozy-side.
This morning I woke up even earlier, 5.30am, with roaring chest pains. After my last little pointless jaunt to casualty with over-exuberant pre-diagnosis, I decided it best just to grab some painkillers and immobilize myself for the day, so I duly took to the sofa in true grumpy-lunged sulk.
Watching the sky-diving and at the restaurant I’d gone without my O2 and I think this is my body’s way of telling me that it was distinctly unimpressed with my choice to move around quite so much without additional support.
I’ve been a lot more comfortable this afternoon than I was when I woke up, but I know a chiding chest when I feel one, so I’m sworn to “good boy” status for the next few days to make sure I can make the most of Christmas.
It was also pointed out to me today by the lovely Lady K that my last update vaguely referred to things going on in April without any real expansion. Apologies for the vagueness, and I promise I’ll post with full and inclusive April updates shortly, but for the record there will be a fundraiser for the CF Trust through the MKT Activ8 Youth Theatre by way of a mainstage performance in the middle of April.
More to come, so watch this space….