Boy, this getting old aint for the young: They wouldn't be able to handle it.
How many stairs to the second floor?
I am a morning person...love to get up early with the birds or some other such diurnal creatures.There was a time when I would get up in the morning at 6:00 am and be ready for a hayride or something equally exciting. Now I’m lucky if I can make my bed by 10:00 am...not that I don’t still get up early. I do, cause that’s the way my body clock was set when I was in my mother’s womb.
Anyhow, the myth about slowing down after 60 is no myth. I can vouch for that. And it doesn’t get any better from then on.. I find my mind still racing to get ideas and stories down on the page...or I should say the computer. But my aching bones are having a hell of a time keeping up with it. All I want to do lately is sit in my big beautiful comfortable Wing Back and write on my laptop. The only things moving are my fingers and my brain...just huntin’ and peckin’ away...past the early morning walks I used to take, past the yoga stretches I used to do, past lunch. Wait a minute...Did I just say past lunch? No way.
Sounds like a one way ticket to heaven....singing all the way; my memory still somewhat in tact. And that’s what I was thinking when I went to my Orthopedic doc a few weeks ago and asked for shots of that gel stuff they shoot into your knee joints....the ones that no longer have that nice comfy padding in between. No that’s ruined forever, along with that moon-shaped little fibrous thingy inside the knee joint called the Meniscus.
Before and After PT
Looking my doctor straight in the eye, I repeated. “I’d like to change that one way ticket to heaven to a ticket to the physical therapist down at the local Sports and Fitness Rehab Center please. And can I have a couple hits of that Synvisc stuff? ...in my knees, of course.
“Sure, Ms Hinchliff. Only your insurance wont pay for the Synvisc shots until we give you cortizone shots first, wait six weeks, and if the cortizone doesn’t work, you can have your shots of Synvisc deep into those aching joints of yours. In the meantime, here's a prescription for 6-8 weeks of fun with the Physical Therapist.
Sounded like a plan to me. So I signed up for physical therapy...six weeks of intensive and painful exercises designed to strengthen my flabby “quads” and “hams”. What an adventure!
That was six weeks ago...and today I’m ready for my Synvisc...only problem is I can’t get an appointment with my orthopedic doctor until sometime around Christmas.
“Oh swell” Now I’ll be forced to join the YWCA or YMCA or what ever and keep exercising so I don’t lose all the good I did my body while in PT. Or better yet, how about I just stay in PT......forever? I have the nicest therapist, smart, friendly, and not too bad looking. He runs the clinic and talks to me the whole time I’m on the treadmill.
Anyhow, this is the life of a Senior Citizen, at least this one. And just think, all of you will be joining me one of these days. Betcha can't wait LOL.
