I’ve never been arrested. The only ticket I ever got was a fixit ticket on my 1962 Volkswagen bug.
Had I committed a crime and been arrested the last thing I’d expect is a crowd of protesters demanding my release. Really?
Do the crime – do the time.
I’m not sure when we decided we could all just run amok without consequences.
It is what it is.
It is sometimes a struggle to understand how we got where we are now.
Yesterday I heard myself utter a question followed by an apology adding that I am old school. Again, it is what it is.
So, I’m in week 19 post ankle surgery. I can walk now, but my foot is still basically asleep. Depending on where I’m walking I sometimes use a cane for balance. It disturbs me when I think people look at me as a little old woman who needs a cane to stay upright. More times than not I find myself explaining I broke my ankle. I can’t be letting folks think I’m old.
Admittedly I am old, but broken seems better somehow.
The pain continues.
Yesterday I tried dry needling in an attempt to wake up the nerves. After 24 hours I should see improvement. At this point I’ll try every option. Who knew this would be the case?
I’ve accumulated every device, cream, pill or lotion designed to improve the pain and discomfort. All good advice, but not yet a solution.
Prayer and action. I’ll keep praying and I’ll keep trying.
I’ve got things to do and places to go. Let’s get this done.
Grandson Vaughn will be confirmed at First Lutheran this Sunday. Watching these kids grow in stature, character and most of all in faith is a pleasure. Just as it is with all my grandchildren I’m very proud of Vaughn. I expect good things to come from him.
The grandkids all make life good today.