Well, the knee isn't improving and its bringing me down. It hurts from time to time but the true pain of it all is the restriction of movement. My grand kids call me Mimi instead of Grandma 'cause I thought it would make me feel old. NOTHING makes me feel as old as limping around on a cane. Yes, its pity pot time. I can't walk in the Walk for Kids for Children's Hospital or any other that requires the ability to ambulate. I hobble.
I go back to Dr. Harding in November and will cry on his shoulder. I hope he has big shoulders. But I'll continue to chant my mantra that its not really that bad, just a little challenging. That which does not kill us ...blah, blah, blah.
I go back to Dr. Harding in November and will cry on his shoulder. I hope he has big shoulders. But I'll continue to chant my mantra that its not really that bad, just a little challenging. That which does not kill us ...blah, blah, blah.
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