Sometimes disabled

I am grateful for all the blessings in my life. There are so many, but one is kind of a mixed bag.

I am amazingly healthy considering all the things wrong with me. I seem to manage each one in a relatively easy way.

Except for my feet and ankles!

I'd like to say this came about as I aged, but it has always been the mysterious malady in my life. I can walk a mile, sit down in a chair and get up to find a bone out of whack. I can even go to bed, get up several times in a night to go to the bathroom and in the morning find myself unable to put any weight on one, or both feet.

With a few exceptions, some Tylenol and putting my feet up will take care of it in a few days.

The problem is when that doesn't work. I have a walker and a cane, but both have limited capabilities. I don't have a handicap sticker, so I cannot park close to the grocery store, or even the doctor, when I am down.

This is an unpredictable and unpreventable problem for me. It can happen once a year for a day or two, or many times and last for months, but since it is mostly pain associated with some genetic weakness in the way I was made it does not fall into any kind of situation that is easy to deal with.

I am sometimes disabled and although that feels strange to say, it is very much the truth.