It just gets old

Like many towns during the fall we have an art fair. I went to mine today, it's small just 2 blocks long & only 4 blocks from my house. My hip wobbled a bunch & my knee when all the way out & then kindly went right back in again. I am tired of this, I just want to be able to walk somewhere & not have things pop out of place, to not have to increase my pain meds. I want to be able to buy my giant caramel-pecan-chocolate covered apple & a nice ceramic mug for tea & a glass bead home with out my shoulder being in agony.



I guess I'm still getting thru my stages of adjustment. Blah, at least my mug is pretty.