The Wreck Of The Me

"Down by the station, early in the morning..."

Uphill, uphill, uphill, I feel like the little engine who almost can't.

The train that follows my foot is starting to yield to all the creaks and cracks that comes when one part is not working right and the ride is too rough.

Having to potty the puppy three to four times a day, means going up and down staircases in slow agonizing steps as I try not to put any more pressure than I absolutely must on my sore foot.

Last night my knee began throbbing and refusing to bend correctly.

That threw my hip out of joint and it began to pound ferociously no matter whether it was standing, sitting, or lying down.

And, last but not least, my shoulder, which has been bad for a while joined in this tangled wreck and kept me up all night long.

Unable to lie, sit, or stand comfortably, I swallowed pain relievers that went down like sugar pills and worked even less effectively until I remembered I had a vicodin left over from my kidney stones, (what a pain this growing older is both literally and figuratively) and at last was able to fall asleep for a while.

This morning my sister drove up and picked up my dog so I can recuperate from this flare up before I destroy the rest of my joints!

"Chug, chug, toot, toot, off we go!"