tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382277614743623418.post4602079031768397460..comments2023-11-18T09:28:47.732-08:00Comments on Living here now: In Which I Fall Off a Ladder and Get LaryngitisDenise Emanuel Clemenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10982725113569943337noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382277614743623418.post-6604113587063342662016-05-01T10:58:18.048-07:002016-05-01T10:58:18.048-07:00Oh Denise, my God, I know this story, too! My left...Oh Denise, my God, I know this story, too! My left hip injury revealed itself on the day of a relative's funeral, and from there it was a spiraling clusterfuck, forgive the mixed metaphor. I'm glad you're taking care of yourself, and that you finally went to a doctor. I didn't seek out a doctor for over a year after the first flare, by which time the pain was chronic. And grief can do a number on you too. Especially grief combined with sugar and lots of coffee. While I don't think a glass of wine now and then is bad, not exercising (because it hurts too damn much) is probably the worst thing, so you're smart to get back to yoga, too. Oh Denise, the passage of time after the passing of our mothers just sucks. So much of the lingering grieving is unconscious, so we aren't prepared for the times when it gob smacks us suddenly. I'm sorry about writing a blog post in your comments. Feel better, friend. xo37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382277614743623418.post-67922618407937836922016-04-30T09:30:00.286-07:002016-04-30T09:30:00.286-07:00I am so sorry to read about the damage you have su...I am so sorry to read about the damage you have sustained. As I get older, it takes longer to get over everything. We've been marooned in Tucson while my husband recovered from surgery from a ruptured Achillles tendon. We were bored, so we took a spur of the moment trip to Paris, and I came back with pneumonia. It's always so damn thing and it's never good. Hope you improve and return to your previous state.Allisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02475433199308666648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382277614743623418.post-84474700560331824072016-04-30T06:47:58.693-07:002016-04-30T06:47:58.693-07:00O dear. I hope you're feeling better soon. T...O dear. I hope you're feeling better soon. This getting older, it's not for sissies:)My life so farhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16721270441968035994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382277614743623418.post-27835798528593817352016-04-28T17:10:29.152-07:002016-04-28T17:10:29.152-07:00One of the cruelest things about getting older tha...One of the cruelest things about getting older that I've discovered is how so much of what we thought was simply a blip in the radar becomes a life reality. <br />Throw in an injury or an illness and the dominoes fall and by god, it's so much harder to pick them up in orderly way than it ever was to knock them down. <br />I am so sorry, Denise. But you are not alone. <br />Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.com