I started therapy on my knees a few weeks ago. Each year, doctors inject the joints with my knees with a substance designed to add cushion. For a five or six months my knees are not bone on bone. The needle used for these injections feels like it's as big as a Dixie straw, but that's probably just me being a wimp.
The injections are followed by therapy. My niece Samantha is a physical therapy assistant. She cuts me no slack. When I start to complain, she gives me that "suck it up whiny baby" look and I buckle down.
This morning's session was at 9 a.m. and by 10:30 I was on my way home. My windshield view was a perfect late-summer sky. Blue sky and clouds that looked like the innards of a home-cooked biscuit.
At one point, there was a field of corn on the crest of a mountain. I've pulled into the entryway to this field during fall and winter. When I walk to the edge of the garden and look toward the west, it looks as if I could see Mississippi. It's a beautiful view.
Pulling in today, walked to the edge of the field, the corn was as thick as thatch. I didn't want an observant farmer mistaking me for a critter, so I stepped back and settled for a picture of the sky.
I'll shoot another picture from this vantage point in late Autumn when the corn is plowed under, and the leaves have fallen. I think you'll agree that it's a beautiful place.
The injections are followed by therapy. My niece Samantha is a physical therapy assistant. She cuts me no slack. When I start to complain, she gives me that "suck it up whiny baby" look and I buckle down.
This morning's session was at 9 a.m. and by 10:30 I was on my way home. My windshield view was a perfect late-summer sky. Blue sky and clouds that looked like the innards of a home-cooked biscuit.
At one point, there was a field of corn on the crest of a mountain. I've pulled into the entryway to this field during fall and winter. When I walk to the edge of the garden and look toward the west, it looks as if I could see Mississippi. It's a beautiful view.
Pulling in today, walked to the edge of the field, the corn was as thick as thatch. I didn't want an observant farmer mistaking me for a critter, so I stepped back and settled for a picture of the sky.
I'll shoot another picture from this vantage point in late Autumn when the corn is plowed under, and the leaves have fallen. I think you'll agree that it's a beautiful place.
It is funny WHEN I see a thick field of corn I think back to dad and grandpa saying, plant it too thick and it won't make good ears. we planted about a 'baby step' apart.
ReplyDeleteBut yes, a beautiful picture. You do catch some very good ones!
Just don't shuck it early.
ReplyDeleteWhat a gorgeous sky!!
ReplyDeleteI like the angle of the line of corn and the foliage contrast between the trees.
ReplyDeleteAlphie
Love that sky. And hope the knees are treating you kindly.
ReplyDeleteWhen I see a corn field it reminds me of when we grew a lot of corn. We grew some for cattle that wasn't sweet and sweet corn for us. We haven't grown corn for a long time.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful sky. I hope your knees feel better after those injections.
Hugs, Julia
Nothing says summer more that seeing fields of corn.
ReplyDeleteIt is a beautiful view and a great reward for the therapy session. Hope relief is on the way.
ReplyDeleteDo the injections make your knees look like boobs that gradually flatten out?
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
I too have knee cartillage problem. I've mostly solved it by shedding some pounds. When the load on the lnees got lighter I was able to go for a long-distance walk once or twice a week. I find it very helpful. I tried to persuade a relative of mine to do the same but she prefers the meds(inclusive injections).These are temporary relief measures, and now she's facing surgery.
ReplyDeleteYour knee injections sound painful. But I will have to ask my doctor about them next time I go.
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