It's been 4 months since I turned right & my right knee didn't. Four months of hobbling, leaning on things & not being able to walk where, when & as fast or slow as I want. Four months of checking the weather, the parking & access before I and the damned cane, head out the door! And I'm sick to death of it. My left wrist - the one that holds the cane - is sore from being used so much & weak from being dislocated in a fall on black ice two years ago. And now the muscles around my knees & down into my shins are complaining in the damp weather . . . I wish it would all stop hurting, dammit. Someone said "it takes guts to get old". They weren't kidding. This isn't how I planned to spend MY golden years . . .
It's a good thing I have my knitting. It makes me feel like I can still do some things like I used to. The first Wallaby is done except for tucking in the ends & sewing the stitches under the arms. Wallaby #2 is already on the needles & I'm just about ready to pick up the stitches for the pouch. The Pink Frankensocks are still in the bag unfinished. Pictures later.
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So sorry you're feeling crappy, Sharon. Hope things get better soon. BTW it was Bette Davis who said "Old age ain't no place for sissies." Of course you have to be old (like us) to remember who she was!
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