Growing old is not for sissies!

It is hard…growing old is not for sissies.

I had the OK for a cortisone shot in my right knee finally after many years of complaining, and two days before the shot I hit my left knee into a cabinet and messed it up! Still, I have been getting around and now my right knee is much better.

So…I went to a David Crosby concert last night and at intermission, I walked out to the men’s room.

Being older concert goers, lots of people flooded the rest rooms and there were gigantic lines everywhere. As I made my way out of the auditorium doors, my right foot contacted the door holder fixed at the bottom of the door which was made of metal, and I went flying, right on to my already bad left knee and rolled on the floor in pain for a while, while the lined up ladies and men in need of peeing watched me writhe.

A security guard came to my aid and tried to help, but as my knees don’t work well anyway, and I wasn’t sure if it was broken, I chose to stay on the ground for a bit.

A lady in line threw her empty cooler can at the trash near me and hit off the trashcan rim and hit me. I yelled at her, “Bad enough I’m lying here with a very bad injury but you have to throw your shit at me!”  She decided to leave the area.

Eventually, two very strong security guards and one very beautiful woman who represented the venue all lifted me to my feet and I was able to walk and tap dance. I got to the washroom and back to my seat feeling foolish and in big pain where I remain today. I sat up most of the night with ice on my knee.

So in my continuing effort not to fall…I still do. I am unsteady, sort of, but usually careful.