I’m feeling my 50 years these days a bit more than I’d like with a painful bout of bursitis in my left knee.
I can’t seem to get the inflammation under control just yet.
And some Vicodin.
I have some amazing and wonderful things to tell you but it’s going to
have to wait until I can sit for more than ten minutes without looking like a fat dog shitting razor blades.
Off to fill the ice bag . . . again.