Catching Up

As is traditional with me, I take on a task full speed ahead and then blam!! I stop--like hitting a brick wall at 100 miles an hour. I'm done. I think it is now called ADD? Or at 61 it is probably called old age. Whatever. I have neglected my blogspot and my blog mentor, Nikki, gives me hell about it daily. So, I decided to enter a new post--I can look back on my posts years from now and go--oh, yeah, I remember that Sunday morning. So this will be a catch up post.

I have a bum knee--my left one--an old football injury. Just seeing if you were paying attention..it is arthritic and bad from years of falling off of my Yo-Yo shoes--I think they were made by Famalore(but I may be wrong) and they were the **FMP**s of my generation. Well **FM**--now I can't walk....but modern technology can fix everything these days. I've taken a series of 3 Synvisc shots IN the knee--OMG it is painful. First injection, I hit my doctor--pure reflex. He gave me a shot of Lydacaine before injecting the final shot--for his own protection, I think. The results way outweigh the pain. I was dancing in the office the other afternoon to Sugarland's rendition of "Irreplaceable"-- and I thought--wow--good job, Dr. M.

Still, complete knee replacement surgery is looming in the near future. I go to Dr. Funk (orthopedic surgeon by day, disco king DJ by night...Doctah Funk) this Friday to find out for certain when the surgery will be scheduled. I keep thinking he will look at the xrays and tell me I'm just a wuss, that I don't need surgery--if I'd lose 60 pounds I'd be fine. Well, ok, that's the next tidbit. My amazing Dr. M prescribed a little pill to help me jump start my weight loss. (I think he was afraid I'd slap him around if he didn't give me something!!) I've only lost 3 pounds but that's not a bad beginning. I want to join the Zone and make use of the indoor pool--swim laps. Also, they have showers there. I don't have a shower at home, just a tub, so I'm thinking after the surgery I can continue "therapy" at the Zone and take advantage of their showers. That's my big concern regarding the surgery--not that I might develop blood clots and die, but how the hell am I going to WASH MY HAIR????

Enough about that.

Well as I read what I've written I'm thinking..damn how can life get anymore exciting than this??? LOL Stay tuned....