An osteo doctor appointment scheduled for today was cancelled, and rescheduled for Monday. If my shoulder doing so much support work with the walker didn't hurt so badly, no matter. But it hurts like hell, which compounds getting to the bathroom in the middle(s) of the night. I intended that young fellow solve all my problems today, and now I'm put off to Monday.
It's good we did so much gardening last weekend; summer has degenerated into cold, driving rain the last several days.
I felt awful; I couldn't go to the bus stop for Laura. By the time the walker and I could have made it to the car, the poor kid took her shoes off and ran. I just sat in the living room and watched it rain.
And I stayed home and wove. There were no cards; half the card players were out of the country. Next week, watch out!
I took off blue and yellow towels and started pumpkin. The blue towels are finished and folded, tonight.
And some more thread came, so there are a lot of good colors on the shelf.
The cat and I are close to blows. I came around the corner and his ears signaled, "I'm not eating leaves.
And in conclusion, at the end of the week, my broken bones are not painful. Maybe a little, yesterday night, after a long march on the walker. The corridors of medical buildings are miles long. I walked several.
But, my still unrepaired shoulder, and my hyperextending knee are hard to endure. I hope my young whippersnapper has solutions.