Don’t worry, I’m not going to subject you to a history of my physical therapy, I know it might easily wind up boring my readers. But I never expected anything like this to become a part of my life; and I daresay that probably applies to most of us.
The therapist who worked on me today recommended I get a cane. He was a little bit scared he might offend me, but I wasn’t offended. Gotta do something about the mess my hip is in. Anyway, there must be a lot of things a student of the sword can do with a cane, besides just hobbling around with it.
A friend of mine from basketball had a hip replacement and came back from it to play again; and he made a good run of it until the other hip blew out. No more basketball for him. I will try very hard to avoid that.
The next session will be on Thursday–my 75th birthday. Confound it, I still have books to write! And a wife and a cat to love. Bring on the crabcakes! And bring on the prayers.