In my last post, I casually mentioned that I didn’t want to enter my Golden Years a broken, hot mess. That seems ambitious but the reality of it is that both your body and Father Time have other plans. And they really don’t give a shit what you think. Let’s start with my rotator cuff … Continue reading What Now?
Last night, Ann slapped me on the knee and reminded me of something I had forgotten about. “Hey, tomorrow will be one year since your operation!” Really? Already? Damn. Yes, if you can believe it or not, it has been one year since I went under the knife to have hernia repair surgery. (Well, technically … Continue reading One Year Later