It makes you feel old before your years. It changes lifestyle, activity and desired pursuits of happiness. It’s a menace, debilitating and depressing. It leaves me exhausted from just the daily doing never mind attempting an adventure I would normally have jumped into head first.
4 simple walks on the beach before our holiday and I’m now a complete invalid which will likely last a month or so before the inflammation settles. Plans of supping, skiing and walking prior to surgery have literally passed me by.
Just another wake up call that I’m not the person I used to be.
Enjoying a family holiday from a distance it feels. This was supposed to be a post about
Happy days xx