Getting older is a blessing and a curse. A blessing because we are alive and kicking. A blessing because we have opportunities to make a difference, to let our light shine, to be our best self and create our life in the manner we see fit. A blessing because we can right a wrong. Ah but the flipside of that coin is the curse. All of a sudden, a new day brings about a new body part that aches or cracks or just flat out gives out on you without any warning. It's so frustrating. But what are we going to do? The alternative is not an option -not for me and it better not be for you either.
I went to the doctor today to get knee injections. Yes, one for each knee. This is not new. I started getting them last year -pre-pandemic and then when doctors offices started seeing patients in person again. I normally get them every four months but this year has been a little crazy (as if you didn't know) so I am a little behind and a lot in pain. I was almost in tears when I begged the doctor to squeeze me in for an appointment. Mercifully, she did. My knees are full of arthritis and not in the best shape. The doctor has recommended weight loss to give me some relief and depending on how that goes, then she can rule out knee replacements.
Oh but that's not all. Come on now, you should know me and my dramatic self by now. In addition to the knees, I have also been having major hip pain. So major that some days it's debilitating. It limits how far I can walk or if I can even stand up. Those are my worse days. The doctor thinks hip replacement is a last resort and I wholeheartedly agree with her. I refuse to have that happen to me. But for this to happen, I have to change my entire way of life and make major changes. Nothing mind-boggling. It's the usual, what we ALL should be doing. Taking care of ourselves, watching what we eat, listening to our bodies -they talk to us all the time, we just tune them out sometimes. Or in my case, all the time.
It's hard y'all. But it's something that I have to do because I have so much living left to do. I don't have a choice and this is not up for discussion. I know the consequences if I don't act now.
Getting older. Gotta love it. And I do. Arthritis, cracked knees, wonky hips and all.
The bewitching hour is upon us. Sweet dreams bloggies.