Missing In Action. That's what they'll say about me at the gym. I have fallen off the wagon. Oops! I wish I could blame it on "The Knee Chronicles" but I hopped off the ole' girl awhile before that. However, I am not discouraged. I figure as long as I am still living, I can improve my life. Taking care of myself, eating healthy and being fit is a goal that I am not about to abandon. I have adapted a new attitude. I woke up today and decided that I would pick up where I left off and start …
The Knee Chronicles: Wait & See & T.C.O.B.
I had an "Arthritis Flare." It was my very first and it was awful, horrible, debilitating and sudden, like BAM! I have been dealing with knee pain for awhile now but nothing like this. This experience taught me a lot. Shit happens to the body and I can neither control it, nor will it away. I am getting old. And my weight does not help anything. I also learned that there are a lot of us knee pain sufferers out there. I was amazed at the number of folks offering their own story of knee pain …
The Knee Chronicles: Three Days.
I've had three days with no knee pain. It's a miracle. I can't believe it. I keep waiting for a twinge ... I will keep you posted. But I am looking forward to writing about something else besides the pain in my left knee. I have a gig tonight and methinks I won't have to be seated this time... …
The Knee Chronicles: A Shot In The Knee
It's two hours past my scheduled appointment time and I am finally sitting in the examination room. I've actually been in here for about 20 minutes. Not much to look at but at least it doesn't smell funny. You know what I mean! That doctor's office smell. As a child, I was always traumatized by a visit to the doctor's office. But today at age 49, I am just as unsure as I was at age five, only I don't have my mommy to accompany me. I don't know what to do with myself. …
The Knee Chronicles: Thoughts In the Waiting Room
It's morning and I am sitting in the doctor's waiting room. The doctor's office is located in an area hospital. It's not posh or fancy in any way. This comforts me for some reason. There are people of color here, working people - quite unlike the last time I was in an Ortho clinic (four years ago) which was located downtown off fancy Michigan Avenue with copies of the Wall Street Journal, Crain's Business and Chicago Social laying about. The next thing I notice is how sick I am not. …