Fall · Kneecap · musings

Broken Kneecap Equals Pain, Grumbling and Thumb Sucking

I am no longer 24. Well darn, what a surprise. I’m hobbling, literally, around my casita on crutches after a fall on the streets of San Miguel de Allende. This misstep resulted in a great deal of pain, a massive amount of thumb sucking, my yearly dose of anger, and a broken knee cap. I am… Continue reading Broken Kneecap Equals Pain, Grumbling and Thumb Sucking

grandmother · polio · Uncategorized · wheelchair

The View is Different from Here

Moving unearths the damnest things. I don’t mean moving as in changing locations, packing your belongings and marching into strange territory…although that could be included in what I’m talking about. I’m referring to moving as in taking steps, the simple motion of relocating from sofa to bed to bathroom to closet to kitchen sink to… Continue reading The View is Different from Here

accidents · aging · crutches · humor · memories · musings · skiing · weather · winter

Crutches Aren’t For Everyone.

Friends were recently talking about their eagerness for winter so they could go skiing, hitting the slopes with fresh snow and plowing through virgin powder. I just shuddered. You see, my last experience on the slopes was memorable—unpleasant, but memorable. It was Christmas Eve, my first trip down the mountain, feeling invincible with fresh snow… Continue reading Crutches Aren’t For Everyone.