UPDATE: My apologies to my blog followers for the time between posts. In this past year I have come to feel that my address is c/o my local hospital rather than my own home. To sum it up, my knees are shot and I am not a candidate for knee replacement surgery because of other health issues. The most recent admission was scary. For two days my legs would not allow me to stand up so I spent a weekend in my recliner. When I developed a high temperature and skin mottling, it was time to call the doctor on call who sent the ambulance. In the ER the doctors really wanted to find a brain or spinal cord process as the source of the problem but deep in my heart I knew it was my knees and begged them to call my rheumatologist. It took three days but they finally did call my rheumatologist and he tapped my knees (my right knee went down 2 inches in girth!) and instilled steroids. I have to accept the fact that this is my life now, so it's a slow down, but not a stop. I will not give in and if it means an assistive device to get around, then that is what will happen.
Some foamiran flowers
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