First thing I did this morning was remove my hair net

Mother woke.
Early.
Insisting her new tea cup had gone missing.
"Use your eyes dear" I said as I sorted through the full to capacity sink
"It's in the sink" I then yelled affectionately.
This meant nothing to her.
Expects me, whether fit or sick to limp here and there on account of a mug.
Blow you.
But I did anyway. It's called duty/love/no way out of it.
But My Lord I do feel like drowning the old biddy sometimes. Doubt if she'd sink though, being as thin as a watery reed. Probably lie motionless on the sea cursing. Still, nice thought.
Talking of drowning I've downed rivers of tea because of my knees. Both are being an almighty pain. And so are following my doc's order. Namely not to be an idiotic wunderkind and to swallow what he gives me.
After the first four sulphasalazine which don't seem to hit the spot... darling, I wondered if my luck was finally running out. Been awfully lucky really regarding my chronic arthritic condition. Hasn't stopped me digging flower beds or getting in and out of loads of cars or even trying new sexual positions.
Reminds me lol...There was one I tried where, and you'll have to use your imagination here, where after much manoeuvering I resembled a Praying Mantis.

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!