These are the V’s knees.
In a joint effort to find relief, Susan and I visited our orthopedic surgeon to look into knees replacement surgeries. ‘Knees’ = plural, meaning two knees*. Doctor E. said it’s best to stick to one at a time considering my health record (which has set no records) so let’s take care of them one at a time. But that’s not enough says he. Having recently had lap band surgery he also wants to wait until my weight plateaus. Apparently my body’s recuperative powers are on the wane as I grow slimmer and trimmer, a mere shadow of my former seff. But the good news is as my weight plummets my knees are enduring less stress.** We decided to put it off until late October and see where we are at that time.
But I didn’t leave the office until Dr. E swabbed my right knee with antiseptics, sprayed freezone on it then wriggled a cortisone-filled syringe into that baby. That’ll relieve the pain for a few months, maybe mo’.
So, that’s today. What is next? Unknown.
Don’t fret or worry. Instead of worrying, pray. Let petitions and praises shape your worries into prayers, letting God know your concerns. Before you know it, a sense of God’s wholeness, everything coming together for good, will come and settle you down. It’s wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the center of your life.
*those are all I have