It’s always something
First my right hip required a total replacement. Astonished that it took almost two years to heal, I was recovering strength when a torn meniscus in my left knee demanded partial knee replacement. This recovery took just over a year, hampered in part by high temperatures which kept me indoors and Covid which kept me away from the gym.
I returned to fitness classes twice a week earlier this summer. Now both knees exhibit arthritic pain equally, but strength is returning.
I needed a gift bag from the stash stored upstairs. It is no secret that I avoid venturing into the boys’ space. The teenage imprint is obvious. Now and then it is necessary to delve into the cavern.
I considered buying one
I eyed the stairwell which rises straight up, daunting me for the past three years. Clinging to the handrail, I concentrated on the strength in my thighs and started to ascend.
Before I knew it, I was halfway up the flight, finishing with ease.
Descending was challenging, but I returned to the kitchen, gift bag in hand, with no obvious damage to my body.
Oh glorious day
Having experienced physical weakness, mundane movements are celebrated when completed easily: stepping over the over-tall barrier into the shower, climbing into and out of the car, putting on pants, feeling balance while walking, and of course, rising from the toilet.
I exercise carefully to avoid further damage while maintaining if not increasing the strength I have. I am haunted by the old commercial of the elderly woman crying, “Help. I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!” That image is too real.