One more post/moan about knees and then I'm off.

Looking at them... they really are a remarkable piece of construction. Not the most elegant of God's creations but they do the job. MOSTLY!

I've guzzled more tabs as per the Doc's orders and then raised them by means of a giant cushion.
I then felt the urge to hit them, so I did. Tapping them with my knuckles. Never turned a hair. Bang, knock, whack and tap and not a flinch. They truly are the Knees From Hades:)

I could do anything to these I thought. I could hit them with a hammer or pencil, I could wrap them in foil, cling film or carrier bag and nothing would bother them.
I am truly blessed.

But it isn't the top bit of knee that's causing the grief it's the bits on the side, the fleshy/jointy bits. Sticking out like rancid potatoes they are, all fleshy, knobulared and quirky and without beauty.... so no-on will grab a look at them tonight.
Not unless of course they are artificially sympathetic and carry some Horses Embrocation Oil...in their pocket
(My gran used that when clamped to her wheelchair) Didn't do her knees any good but she sure done a ton around the kitchen.)

After a couple of minutes of self-harm I finished off the last of the Digestive biscuits and had a shower.

As I said in the earlier post NO Pictures of my Knees will be available for public viewing but if you'd like to make a donation to the Charming Lady Bloggers charity I will be more than happy to send a private pic.


Goodbye!

On The Cards Today

Cooking, general pottering and oiling of knees.

Cooking will be done in a saintly manner with me wearing the pinny of purity.

General pottering will be undertaken slowly and with great style on account of age, knees and theatrical leanings.

Now the Important if Gross one.
Oiling of knees.

These knees are mine and are giving me a lot of grief John. Blown up to Barbaric Melon size due to Arthritic flare-up. Pondering whether or not to limp to Docs for Steroidal Injections but being... 1. a fool 2. lazy and 3. Heroic... I will soldier on.

Let me tell you about Arthritis My Lord Byron. It's a pain.
Legs with bulbous knees clad in stockings look really stupid, like balls of various sizes stuffed in a condom. Hateful. BALLOONS they are.

Arthritis also makes one feel low, almost depressed in fact. Black dogs coming with the territory apparently.
It also makes one realize that one isn't Superwoman or Cat Woman or sometimes, when it's really awful, makes one think one isn't any kind of woman at all. Just a curvy small female piece with imbalances.

But oil is on the cards Nof, so after doing this wonderful post I'll order Mr H. to walk to the chemist to get me drugs and hot pads.

In the meantime Sweetie K. I'll climb into the shower and watch as the suds of Sainsburys cheap soap rivulate over my balloons. (Picture to follow....Yeah you WISH!)