@Izzie,
Deb, Glad you liked the kvetch. It's a gift.
olga, I appreciate your offer, but you're too damned far away.
Izzie, Not kvetching about my body so much as just having to deal with things. Problems with appointments at the hospital (don't wanna go into it) and other stuff that requires phone calls and just, well, dealing with stuff.
The physio starts in two weeks. In the meantime a friend of mine told me that the same thing happened to her a few years ago re walking. She told me what she did. I'm gonna try it. Can't hoit. I'll fill you in if it works.
I can assure you that the physio people will hear at least the same amount of kvetching as everybody else does.
Yes, saw the art therapist on Friday. I drew a yellow circle with yellow points coming out of the rim. A sun. Drew gray points in between the yellow ones. (It's never sunny all the time.) Drew a green dollar sign right in the middle of the sun. I liked the way it looked.
Good luck with your Hoibie. Dem voimins is everywhere. Your kitty reminds me of a poem I wrote about the late lamented Mikey. Duck. Here it comes.
Mikey's big
And Mikey's strong.
He's got lots of feline potential.
But I'm sad to say that Mikey's flawed.
The problem is rodential.
He catches mice
Then lets them go.
This makes my temples throb.
Cuz catching mice and keeping them
Is is one and only job.
So get your fuzzy butt to work,
You little feline creep.
Catch those mice and don't let them go.
At least try to earn your keep.
I'm hoping, Iz, that you'll be able to do a proper foot stomp in the not too distant future. Phooey.