I was a spry and sprightly man. Today, I'm darn near a cripple awaiting back surgery.
On a trip to Arizona before T'Giving, I came down with a ruptured disc, an arthritic hip AND Covid. Suffered a blackout from the excruciating pain and was "amberlampsed" to the Mayo Clinic - where they told me all three of the aforementioned. Two months later, after X-rays, CT scans, an MRI, a nerve block injection, physical therapy and multiple consultations, I am awaiting yet another CT scan and then surgery. Eventually, there will be a new hip as well.
In the meantime, I'm on pain meds and have become an irritable codger. I'm scared of going down stairs because my leg collapses without warning, and I am very sure my golfing days are over. I dread the thought that my new bass boat may never see me again.
If I seem changed on the forums, give me a little slack, willya? This is a booger.
