"Yup. That's me." I pushed myself off the bench and grabbed the Mama's cane.
"Take your time," the X-ray lady said. "No hurry."
"I finally think of myself as old," I said, trying not to grimace as I stiffly walked into the inner room of the X-ray laboratory.
"Is that why you gasped when I gave you the form to sign?" the office lady asked, as I walked behind her desk. "I wondered what it was on the form that made you hesitate."
"Seeing my age, yes," I said. "I don't think of myself as being that old. 62!"
"I don't think of myself as old either," said the office lady, who may have been a few years younger than me.
The X-ray lady, who looked to be in her late 40s agreed as well.
I felt like the three of us gave a invisible collective sigh.
Since the beginning of August I've been hobbling along most days because of the knees. At first it was my left knee that gave me trouble. Then at the beginning of October, it switched over to the right knee. Too much overcompensation, I figure, from too much lifting and carrying of heavy boxes. So forth and so on. Bleah. The X-rays show arthritis in both knees. Also, the misalignment of bones in my right knee. Fun stuff.
My knees have been an issue since I was a kid. On the bright side, it has taken 50 years for the knees to kick in and say, "It's time to see an orthopedist."
I'm missing my rides with Tilda-Hilda. One day, soon!
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