The Ocean Voyage of Life
My life is much the same as an ocean voyage. At one moment I'm riding on the crest of a wave, the nest slamming down into its trough. It a continuous cycle of momentary highs followed by body jarring lows. Somehow I've managed to stay afloat and keep my head just barely above the gritty salt-water.
This weekend I was atop one of those waves. I got to take my first real shower in NINE months. I didn't even realize it had been that long until I looked back to when this three foot long plastic tube was out into my chest. It was a real head to stump shower that lasted until the hot water gave way.
I came crashing down after realizing my knee injury wasn't getting better. I thought it was better but after the weekend my leg was so swollen I couldn't get my prosthesic leg on. I've been using a wheelchair since last week. As a mater of fact I'm The new owner of it.
I've got an appointment to see the guy who fixed my hip fracture about three years ago. He did a great job and I've never had trouble with it. I was lucky to get him too because it was by chance he was in the hospital when they brought me in. So, I guess I'll see what he thinks and go from there.
Some more birds from our feeder