My knee is slowly, very slowly mending and I've decided that my "twisting" days are over. Who ever would have thought that the day would come when I would have to censor a dance move? But when you become a senior you have to be practical about what parts of your body you abuse and the knee is like one of the gods you don't want to tamper with.
I spent all of yesterday terrified to place any weight on that darned knee because pain would shoot all over my body. It worried me that if it didn't start to heal soon I'd have to go back home to Canada and have it looked at by a doctor who would eat up my Florida time by sending me to one specialist and therapist after another.
Before bedtime last night I detected some improvemnt and this morning saw a marked improvement so I think I'll live to see the day I can toddle up to the pool. I'm going out today to buy one of those heat patches so I'm not confined to the end of a heating pad.
Getting older doesn't mean you have to give up everything you did when you were young but you do have to be sensible. I've got so many things I still want to do and enjoy and being sofa-bound with a sore knee doesn't fit into my plans.
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