I've been back on the walker for several days and don't think I'll be able to go back to the cane any time soon. I go back to see the orthopedic surgeon next month. By then, Hubby may be shoving me through the hospital in a wheel chair. I imagine that the insurance probably has requirements that must be met before there can be another knee replacement. I sure hope I can meet those requirements before too much longer - this much pain really grinds down a person's will to keep going, especially when there's no end in sight.
Now that the stomach guy has me drinking all this water (three liters a day), of course I have to get up and down so much more often and that's the hardest thing for me to do - the getting up and down part, not the water-drinking.
I've been reading an old book about the county where we live and the towns in that county. I believe it was published in 1976 and covers the time between 1910 and 1976. There are a lot of wonderful old pictures. Also, my grandfather, my dad and at least one or two of his brothers and sisters are mentioned in the book, which makes it more interesting. It's mostly a lot of dry facts copied from the various censuses, plus lists of the county officials, the members of local clubs and service organizations, members of the school board, the ministers for the town churches and things like that. There are even lists of the businesses in town and who owned them for each decade covered in the book. A person who has never lived here or who has no relatives here would never be able to stay awake past the first chapter!
There's a great picture of downtown with the courthouse smack-dab in the middle. The bok doesn't bother to mention the year the picture was taken, but you can see the horse-rail on all four sides of the courthouse and the brick streets all the way around it as well. That's pretty cool. I can recognize many of the businesses and homes shown in the picture as well. My grandparents' house (since torn down and made into a parking lot for the courthouse annex) and an old brick apartment house I can remember living in when I was 2 1/2 or 3 years old stands on a corner. That building was torn down years ago and is still an empty lot. The book is had to read, but I'm going to happily plow through the whole thing. Well, maybe not happily ...
I'm too damn tired to read back through this entry to check for errors as I usually do. Chalk it up to cross-eyed effort to even stay awake.