November 10

Woe is me could be my theme here if I wanted to turn loose and just take the ride. I was born big and too heavy and have somehow managed to stay that way all my life. My poor regular sized joints being forced to carry all that ultra extra weight and encouraged by old age seem to have begun protesting their long overused abuse and the protests keep getting longer and more often.

Most of the protests I can mostly ignore and go on about my business but some hurt me some while some just aggravate me. The most hurting one is after looking forward to bed and the soothing mind cleansing that sleep usually brings and then the hurt begins when my back starts protesting any and all the prone positions I can achieve. This surely does cause some of the wished for soothing to come up short. We've tried different beds but to no avail. It certainly isn't something I can't live with.

One of the aggravations is the fact one knee cannot have any weight put on it nor anything pushed up against one area without a severe burning sensation. One of our nice doctor neighbors told me the old joint was letting some of my knee juice ooze out. I still do what I do and some require me to be on my knees. Have you ever tried doing a job requiring you to get on your knees and find you're not able to use one of them? What a mess! What I have been able to do so far is to lay completely down to do the chore which has worked just fine for some time now.

What I want to ask, can you imagine the struggle to get a big assed overweight body off the floor, dock, porch or where ever you were forced to lay it and using only one knee? I can do it! Barely maybe but I'm damn sure not going to hang around here just for the ride! Woe is not ever going to be me.

Nothing is about all I know how to type, hope you don't get too much of it. Wait! Can one get too much of nothing? Wow, another subject for my wobbly mind to wonder about.

Old age needs so little but needs that little so much.~Margaret Willour