When it comes to knees, if all things were equal, I wouldn't have a care in the world. Unfortunately, as this week unfolded, the song rolling around inside my head was "I never felt more like signing the blues."
Okay, so I'm being a little overly dramatic. I can't really say that the moon and stars no longer shine or that the dream is gone I thought was mine. But, when every step you takes is like stabbing your leg with an ice pick, you learn quickly to stay put.
Guy Mitchell, the American pop singing who recorded the "Singing the Blues" in 1956 also is best now for Heart Aches by the Number. You may remember that song as well. "I've got heartaches by the number, troubles by the score, every day you love me less, each day I love you more.
I get it, heart aches by the number are more painful than a swollen right leg and knee that doesn't work. However, either way you are in a world of hurt. As luck would have it, I telephoned the surgeon's office that repaired my R Achilles tendon back in January on Wednesday and got an appointment two days later. I'm calling that a miracle.
I had the appointment yesterday and x-rays on my knee didn't provide much of a clue to what was going on. The next step (pun intended) is to get an MRI. Fortunately, the PA prescribed an anti-inflammatory medication that hopefully will help.
Yesterday, I did have the good sense to cancel the work-related appointments I had scheduled in Florida for next week. When you can't walk without hurting, it didn't seem reasonable to try and make that work.
Treva and our youngest grandson, Jake, were also going with me to Florida. We were planning to visit the General's sister and brother-in-law in Redington Shore. I was looking forward to walking on the beach.
Since I made my ticket reservation separate from the General's and Jakes', my inability to travel was no cause for them to cancel their trip. Jakes' mother has been really sick with COVID this week and was isolated from the rest of the family. It was the plan to do COVID testing on Jake to ensure he was COVID negative before flying out this coming Monday. Yesterday, Becky tested negative for COVID.
When Craig got home from work yesterday, he was sick with an elevated fever and went to bed. He tested positive for COVID. That seems like a deal breaker for the Florida trip. Now none of us will be walking on the beach. Perhaps we could form a trio be singing the blues.
All My Best!
Don
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