Arthritis is something I've dealt with since I was 20. It comes and goes, but it seems to be pretty much a part of my life now. A year and a half ago I ended up in the hospital with septic arthritis, then spent six weeks at home with pain, pain, pain. And lots of medication. I had a lovely neighbor who came and helped me bathe. I couldn't get in and out of the tub by myself. (I have tub/shower combination.) After all this time, I still haven't gained back all my muscular strength.
That's the same neighbor who took care of my cats and even cleaned the litter box when I left town to visit my sister for a week. You want to hang onto a friend like that.
But back to the muscle strength==that's my fault. I don't do my physical therapy exercises as faithfully as I should. Those exercises really help to keep me limber and mostly pain-free. Would you believe that at the ripe old age of great-grandmother-hood, I can still touch my toes without bending my knees?
I did have a good night's sleep, though, and got out of bed more or less willingly. Besides, the cat was demanding her breakfast. Did I have a choice?
The day turned out to be beautiful in spite of the prediction. It's 70+ degrees right now. We could use some rain. But, oh! those lovely sunshiny days of February. So unexpected and so wonderful.
My granddaughter is waiting for me to answer her "buddies" ding-ding. So I guess I should go, answer her and stop that flashing buddies icon.
Shalom