Every time I try to feel sorry for myself, as I have these past few days, I run smack into the fact that I am one of the luckier dudes on the planet. An inside-out writer who survived doing my art! More or less. For half a century!! Quite amazing, in truth. So bitching about my knees and local irrelevance and such, well, just doesn't cut it.
Knee replacement surgery is not for me, though it was a great success with my wife, and I avoid pain pills as long as possible. So how can I bitch about pain?
Knee replacement surgery is not for me, though it was a great success with my wife, and I avoid pain pills as long as possible. So how can I bitch about pain?
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