It all changed with trip to the grocery store and a gallon of a milk.
A pulled muscle.
A trip to the doctor.
Physical therapy.
Another trip to the doctor
and confirmation it's not a pulled muscle.
It's a hernia.
I just had surgery in August to repair a previous one. That was number three. Oh gosh I was a baby. I cried and cried because I am not ready for another surgery. After the tears were spent I accepted it. "It is what it is". With the help of my daughter Amiee, we researched and found Tulane University Medical Center has a clinic that treats my kind of problem. My doctor made a referral and I have an appointment Tuesday morning.
On a brighter note Art and I put up our Christmas tree. It was nice working together to make the season bright. We are looking forward to the holidays. There will be something special under the tree for Cricket who sat so patiently while I snapped a picture or two.
