Good day. Recently, I told you about the lost cane and the reactionary move ‘From Tragedy to Triumph’? Well, there have been a few kinks, most of them unexpected and unwelcome. I no longer have people of all ages, including those older than mine, opening doors and holding them open for me, even if they need to wait half a minute for me to get there. Offers to carry anything, from groceries to library books, to ME, (via motorized cart) have vanished. The above? All of it is pure bliss compared to my real problem.
I did not need that cane, but it did help me. With all four major joints replaced and aging as such, I’m somewhat stiff. If knees could hire attorneys, I’d owe trillions, as well as serving ten life sentences in prison for two decades of almost daily assault and battery. Miracle among miracles, they don’t hurt one bit but are somewhat weak and also aging. My legs? If they could talk, it might go something like this, “You claim that you can’t stay on your feet for very long? Uh, Duh, let’s see if we can figure out why that might be. Let’s look at exercise. Once a week, you push a grocery cart for a half hour, holding up your, let’s say gut, (abdomen is ambiguous), load your own groceries into your van, drive home to collapse on your La-z-Blob after shouting at your sons, (guests are welcome to help), to bring in the groceries and put them away but first put a pizza in the instant blister. Doing the math, you have walked 2-3 miles total, during a period of three years…. and expect any iota of your leg muscles to be bursting with vigor and stamina? By the way, your thighs are begging you to get your fat ass off their shoulders and let it intermingle with the upper blubber for a change.”
This is already too long for most visitors, so more about the real problem tomorrow. You will be absolutely staggered by it! Thanks for being here. Warmest regards, please stay well.