My journal of big words and pretty pictures
This rehab stuff is making me stabby. It’s like two steps forward and one step back. Sunday was great. Went for a walk, got a bend in the knee to a point I hadn’t reached before, and I was walking pretty steady. Then, Monday came and I was all wonky again. Could barely get my … Continue reading I want to ride my bi-cyc-le
A few days leading up to my knee surgery, a niggling feeling began inching up my spine. If I thought to hard about it, I would waver on whether I wanted to actually go through with it. I had to check in at the hospital at 7 a.m. and since the hospital was about an … Continue reading And to my dear…
You guys! I went for a walk today. A walk that was farther than my mailbox and involved being outside for more than two minutes. Granted, it was probably less than a half mile, but it was more than I’ve done in months. Even before the surgery it was difficult to go very far. This … Continue reading Just walkin’
Animals can be very intuitive. Friday was a particularly rough physical therapy session. By that evening, I felt like I was back to day one. I could barely walk and was very dejected. I laid down to ice my knee and my Misfit Toys, our rescue furkinder, joined me for a comforting Group Hug. I … Continue reading Cuddle of love
Today was the day I said my fancy words during physical therapy. I said it under by breath, only said one word, but it needed to be said because that shit hurt. My self-censure was in deference to the nice older gentleman on the table beside me. He is recovering from a repeat hip replacement. … Continue reading One person’s story
Another Dinner Party wish is about to be answered... “The stupid is strong in this one.” Augustine Stiles held a lined index card in one hand, fanning his interminably moist face. He never actually sweated. His skin seemed to ooze slime like a frog. Augustine held the card out to his personal secretary. “That’s not … Continue reading Next
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