Grandma Holton had a very prominent nose (i.e. it was big). She used to joke (and remember, she came from a much different time than we did) that her real name was Reba Cohn. Dad inherited her nose, really the only one of his siblings that did, and before each of us was born, he would pray that none of us got his nose. None of us did, although if I had, I’d have been OK with it. Dad was a good-looking man, at least Mom said so.
Mom was right…
Grandma also suffered from arthritis. She’d have her good days and bad ones, but always knew it was there. Between the arthritis and osteoporosis, she ended up pretty well crippled by the end of her life.
You’re probably wondering what this has to do with the price of eggs…
I’ve been having trouble with my knees. Part of it has to do with a BMI over 50 (no judgments, OK? I know it’s high), but the other day it got so bad that Mary suggested I see an orthopedist. I had my appointment today. Of course, they needed to take x-rays to see what was going on in there. Anyway, the first thing the doctor said when he walked in was “You have the worst arthritis in your knees I’ve seen.”
He gave me cortisone shots in both knees, and it’s made enough of a difference that I can walk pretty well again, and I would guess that it’ll get better over the next 4 to 6 weeks. He did tell me that I needed to get my BMI down to at least 40 before they can consider knee replacement, which I’ll almost certainly need at some point (plus, the weight loss will take lots of pressure off my knees).
Please, keep me in your thoughts and prayers. This ain’t gonna be easy.