I'm Getting Old and Creaky!
Don't get me wrong, I'm young at heart. I've come to the conclusion that one of two things is happening. I'm either getting old, or ready to go into drug rehab! I mean, between the prescriptions on my table, and all my menthol and "stop pain" type of creams, I'd be lost without them! That's when it hit me; I think I'm getting old.
My son doesn't have to slather his kneecaps in menthol laced creams after going for a hike. Every time I sit, climb stairs and get back up from sitting, my knees grind reminding me I need to lose more weight, and that I love my menthol creams.
Of course, rehab is no joking matter. I take it quite seriously, as I've known people with addictions in my life, and rehab is an option that helps many. I'm grateful there are options out there for people who need help.
As for my knees, they need help too!
My son doesn't have to slather his kneecaps in menthol laced creams after going for a hike. Every time I sit, climb stairs and get back up from sitting, my knees grind reminding me I need to lose more weight, and that I love my menthol creams.
Of course, rehab is no joking matter. I take it quite seriously, as I've known people with addictions in my life, and rehab is an option that helps many. I'm grateful there are options out there for people who need help.
As for my knees, they need help too!