Four decades ago, Rheumatoid arthritis decided to become my companion. When friends asked where I had pain, I answered with that little song - saying that my head is ok. The rest of the song fits. I'm glad that my head is still fine!
I broke a tiny bone in my foot in the early 1990s and I haven't given it any thought for a long, long time. Recently, it has reminded me of my misstep off a sidewalk more than thirty years ago.
I see you retire on Flag Day! How perfect is that!
Four decades ago, Rheumatoid arthritis decided to become my companion. When friends asked where I had pain, I answered with that little song - saying that my head is ok. The rest of the song fits. I'm glad that my head is still fine!
Glad your head is still fine! Except for my knees and vision issues, I'm doing pretty well. As the song goes, "it is well with my soul."
I broke a tiny bone in my foot in the early 1990s and I haven't given it any thought for a long, long time. Recently, it has reminded me of my misstep off a sidewalk more than thirty years ago.
I see you retire on Flag Day! How perfect is that!
Ouch! Those little missteps do tend to remind us of our youth when we just, according to the advice of our PE teachers, "walked it off."