Saturday, March 18, 2023
I had to get up early because I had to be ready by nine for my Saturday morning appointment with Mama K’s crew. I signed in -no response. I texted her. “Oh, sorry. We’re camping.” I’m home. I’m flexible, but it would be nice if she thought to tell me she’s canceling.
It was not much of a day. I napped. I did some work on the updates.
On my evening walk, Lutz encouraged me to check if I can get/need a THR on my right hip. He said his grandfather put it off until he was ninety-five; then, he died because of the surgery. I have thought about it myself. My concern isn’t dying at ninety-five. That sounds good to me. Do I want to live much longer than that? My concern is the instability of the economy. It will crash, and I’ll be stuck. That’s one of the motivators for getting the left hip replaced now. My PT said the twinges at the top of my right thigh might indicate arthritis. The pain went away. I haven’t had a twinge in at least a week.
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