Mrs. Hobblewobble Whines

Quite probably I shall be changing my name soon to Mrs. Hobblewobble. Why, you ask? Because I do both, and at the same time. I hobble. AND I wobble. I challenge YOU to try doing both. I bet you can't. I can. Because I am presently VERY much fatter than I have EVER been (and, i've been). And, this is the somewhat new part..,

For a while now I've had intermittent joint pain. Even way back when I still had young children of my own at home, I visited my doctor because of a very sore hip. I believe he said something profound like, "That happens sometimes".

In the past few years "that" has happened a bit more than just "sometimes". Sometimes it's a finger, other times my wrist. Recently a lump appeared on my left thumb, stayed for a few weeks - then disappeared. Oh, and my foot? That lump appeared with swelling while I was dragging my coughing body around Traverse City less than a month ago. The coughing quit a week after we got home, and just as mysteriously, so did the lump and the pain in the foot.

Then suddenly a week ago my left knee swelled up and I've developed quite a hobble. And, when I hobble, I wobble. Because I'm fat. It's so much more unattractive in one like me, who has never ever been described as cute. And to make matters even more difficult, I don't even have a great personality.

Now. Think back to that story from Friday (see below), when my loving THGGM "slug-bugged" me in my sore knee?

Well. Last night we stopped over to visit Oldest Son and Dil-1 who moved yesterday. He brought strawberry shortcake. THGGM thinks of doing nice things like that for people. I don't. After we moved, I wanted to be left alone for three years (only a month to go!) to recover from it. Anyway.., their new home is lovely, as are they!

But when it was time to leave, guess what THGGM did? Guess!

Did you guess?

He used my left knee to hoist himself off the couch.

Oh. My. Knee.

I checked my knee. I don't SEE a target painted on it, but apparently there is.

Have I mentioned lately that I am boring? Well then. You must know that boring people talk about themselves. A lot. I know this.

But I do not want to spend the rest of my life as Mrs. Hobblewobble. As Mrs. THGGM, yes. But without the hobbling and the wobbling and the inexplicable, transient, HORRIBLE pains.

And for exercise? I will hobble-wobble run to get away from THGGM.

There. I whined. It's one thing I'm particularly GOOD at.

For the record, if THGGM has any pains, he never talks about them. Well, except for the pain in his neck...

The Sun Shines Bright

The sun is shining BRIGHTLY today! After a very gray February, one would think this would make me extremely happy.

No. Instead, it has given me a very nasty migraine. Or, maybe I have 'something'. Because, this migraine came with a bad cough. Coughing with a headache is SO not fun. On their own, each one is bad enough, but combine the two and I do believe each pain is more than doubled.

Did I mention that I'm dizzy, too? No. probably not. Because as you well know, I hate to complain.

My smoke detector thought it would be fun to start quacking like a duck this morning. I have fallen off chairs even when I am not dizzy, so just to prove how smart I am, I laid my phone on the floor under the chair I stood on to remove the alarm.

I did not fall. I like to not fall.