Living life.

Note to readers: For the avoidance of any doubt, every character in this blog is Baggy! No Baggy was harmed in its writing, although some of them get pretty confused!
Depression: Hovering about.
Anxiety: Okay for once.
Tears: Lots.
Laughs: Yes.

Baggy got told that she was young today, which was rather pleasant and made her feel all warm and fuzzy for a few seconds! But of course, everything is relative, and compared to the majority of the patients of the physiotherapist who made this comment, Baggy probably is young; too young in Freda Fretter's humble opinion to have arthritis, and definitely too young to have surgery for it - but then Baggy thinks she's too young to have children too! Mentally that is (obviously), physically, even if she hadn't had a full hysterectomy, she couldn't have kids - she's far too old. Anyway, sorry Baggees, Creative Clara is rambling! The point that the physiotherapist was trying to make was that he would be referring her for x-rays to ascertain how advanced the arthritic changes in her knee are. In turn this would mean she has to see an orthopaedic consultant about a knee replacement. If she can move enough, she won't have to have one. This was enough motivation for Clever Bird to make Baggy get on with her exercises! Baggy feels that she's had enough surgeries in the last few years, one way and another, so if she can avoid more, she will. She was given a few new ones to do, including one with a giant rubber band - don't ask! And as she leant against the bench doing very baby squats, all she could hear was crunching noises. 'Oh that doesn't sound too clever,' said Baggy, then realised that it was coming from her right knee, not the one being treated. Hmmm.

Furry Mama has been helping out, by making Baggy walk a fair bit, much to Pepper's delight, but she hasn't yet braved the swimming that she was instructed to do. Hormonal Hannah is just not confident enough to allow Baggy to go to a public pool, and the sea is definitely NOT warm enough yet. In fact today, there was ice in the rain as she and the pooch walked along the beach! Mind you, he was perfectly happy to go for a swim. Yet, even though frankly, she was freezing, she was happy to be on the beach. It felt good to be alive, even if 'alive' did mean a shivery, wet, windblown, limping mess.

The truth is, that every day spent on this earth is a blessing, and none of us knows what's around the corner, so even on ghastly cold rainy days, Furry Mama will brave the weather and enjoy it........