The Old Gray Mare

I just noticed my smileys were missing from yesterday's entry. No idea why; I thought I put them there. I'm still smiley.

Well, more or less. I was very surprised when the P.A. at the orthopedist's office said that my knee looked great on the x-ray, no sign of arthritis at all. "And what are you now," he said, "about 41?" So of course I took his hand and told him what a nice young man he is, but to count up about fifteen years.

So, no arthritis. he suspects a torn miniscus, based on his observation of how high I jumped off the table when he pressed a particular spot on the side of my knee. I'll have an MRI sometime next week and then find out if his guess is correct, in which case, it'll be arthoscopic surgery for me. Hey, I've had worse. And anything that gets you into a)a bulkhead seat on a plane, and b)the head of the lines at Disney World, can't be all bad.

(My mother used to hum that song, about herself: The old gray mare, she ain't what she used to be ...)

I did not go to work today, which was much better for my leg. I was told not to wear a brace on it, but to use a cane when I woke. Come Monday, I'm going to have to make a few decisions about using the elevator at school, as well as the girls' bathroom, both on the second floor, as opposed to going down the stairs to the faculty bathroom all day. The stairs are adjacent to the library, but the elevator is at the end of the hall, so it's either a long, level walk, or a stair climb. Neither is easy for me at the moment.

Tomorrow is the day-long Bar Mitzvah experience. I'm not looking forward to it, but hey, you gotta do what you gotta do. The Hubs already said that if my knee is bad I shouldn't go, but there won't be a lot of walking or stairs, so I might as well. Not that he would go to a Bar Mitzvah in my family (in September), but this is what married folk do, I think, go to each others' family crap. If he chooses not to, then it's his choice.

That sounds bitter, but I'm not, or angry or anything. Tired, mostly. Going to lie down now. My ear noise --tinnitus -- has been very loud the last few days, so I'm trying to track that down, too. Seriously, old gray mare. Ain't what I used to be.



watching THE GOLDEN GIRLS :: ENTRY #2040
READING: American Lion: Andrew Jackson by Jon Meacham