Old Farts

One of Quinn's favorite nicknames for Joe and me is that we are old farts. I don't know where she heard this or where she picked it up, but she will call us old farts and then giggle madly.

Well, today I have to admit she may be right as I feel like one. Joe drove me to my orthopaedic doctor's office today which is the first I've been out of the house since November 10th. He legally parked in the handicapped spots and then came around to help me out of the car. Between my walker and his cane, we obviously qualified for his handicapped sticker. I carefully made my way to the door of the doctor's offices and almost rolled up a rug on my way in. I haven't quite got the hang of this walker thing and am hoping I'll get rid of it before I become proficient with it.

My knee and I signed in and I left Joe in the waiting room so I could go to the bathroom. I came back, he handed me my pink purse and took his turn in the bathroom. Of course, the nurse immediately called my name as the next appointment. We waited for Joe as she said he'd never find me. Of course, the dad-blamed, newfangled x-ray machine was down, so I waited for 20 minutes but never got an x-ray. Oh, well, next appointment.

The actual appointment went ok, Dr. Taylor says knee looks good and it's time for staples to come out--all 18 of them. After the doctor leaves to tell the nurse, Joe says don't worry that doesn't hurt at all. OUCH! I felt everyone leave my leg and it was not pleasant. However, now they're out and I do think the knee feels less itchy.

On the way home, Joe wants lunch at Denny's. I say fine although all I really want to do is go home and take a nap. We both order a "senior slam" and have breakfast for lunch.

Joe gets me home; I get myleg on the machine for its passive exercising and take my nap! Yep, old farts!