Well, I go in on the 17th of this month for a consultation with the doctor. I am hoping that whatever is wrong with my knees, there will be a quick fix. But you never know until someone sticks you with a needle and says oops!
Why can't things be simple? Everything was so much easier when I was young. Oh how I wish those days would come again. Maybe in 50 years when I lose my mind, then I might be a child again. But I'm not looking forward to watching reruns of Golden Girls. Even though Dorothy is quite a looker. Oh if only I had one wish. -Just Another Helping Hand