Just for the record, my foot is now fine. Now the part where I get to be the whining hypochondiac:
In the last three weeks or so, I've managed to have two dental extractions, two new crowns (my mouth is a mess) and some mysterious thing on my arm removed. I suppose it's just life as usual, but I can't help but suspect it's also a function of aging.
I've heard it said that getting old isn't for sissies. I think I'm winning that particular battle, but I can't stop marveling at the many things that can and do go wrong these days. I feel like an old car - reliable transportation, but please keep a careful watch for the small things that break without shutting down the whole machine.
Maybe if I can get enough quality repair work, this old car will be more like the "classic" in the picture. In any case, my recent experiences have made me a little more appreciative of life. Maybe I'm a little slower these days, but it's helping me stay between the lines as I get to wherever it is I'm going.
Well, that's all I'm going to write on the subject of getting old, slowing own, falling apart, and living with pain and humiliation. I'm really just stalling while I wait for a chance to share pictures of Matt and Kristine's newest arrival, Kenzie. I'm not lazy, and I'm not procrastinating. I've just been so busy that I'm finding it difficult to manage pictures and properly share them. I promise I'll get some posted soon. I did manage to post some thoughts on the other blog, which you can check out if you're having a hard time getting to sleep :-)