I turned 49 this year. And then suddenly I seemed to fall apart. Now I have more doc appointments than I have dinner dates. Now I show up early at medical professional suites to drop off or pick up tools and medications. Now I check and update "My Chart" every day. Now I think about my insurance deductible. Now I think everything has changed. I walk into my orthopedic office and I compare my limp and hobble to everyone else's. Well surely, I think, I'm walking better than they are. I tell myself I don't need any sort of ambulatory device and that my problem is temporary as I lean on a rail, a step, a stump.....whatever can give me support as I try my hardest to stand for as long as I can. I drag into my pulmonary appointments, which have nothing to do with my orthopedic problems by the way, and wonder if I'll be pulling an oxygen tank behind me one day like so many of the patients I see around me. I try to make small talk...
I've got a lot of thoughts.....I've got a lot of plans