I might as well tell you what I’ve just found out, via that MRI a few days ago.
“De thigh bone connected to de hip bone–”
Well, not anymore. It seems the top of my thigh bone has crumbled into useless little pieces. The hip will have to be replaced. After they cut out the cancer, and whatever else they mean to do.
It’s kind of demoralizing.
Oh, let’s move on to Violet Crepuscular. All her parts are splendidly in order.
Here’s another spiritual, this one requested by Thewhiterabbit: Dem Dry Bones, sung by the Delta Rhythm Boys. See Ezekiel 37: 1-10.
Hoo-boy! Midday Friday, and I’m worn out. Feel like a balloon with all the air let out of it. Patty bought me this ballyhoo ointment which, I have just discovered, can’t be used to ease hip pain. But soon the hip will hand off to the knee and the knee will hurt. Then I can use it.
This medicine worked great in capsule form, but if you take it orally beyond a week or two, you’ll do yourself a painful mischief.
The tart cherry extract had no effect at all.
Let me see if I can round up Joe Collidge.