Of all the horrible things my body has done to me during the past 15 or is it now 16? years, this week has been the pits.
Not only did I have an insane and horribly painful three days aches in places I didn’t know could hurt, but I developed a carbuncle in a place no woman should ever have a carbuncle. And not only is it a carbuncle, but it won’t drain, so it will have to be surgically removed (next Monday), stitched up. Before I can use those parts for much of anything for it will be at least a month.
A MONTH? I’m too old to wait a month for my (thanks, Mel Brooks) woo-woo to be functional. I have a 79-year-old husband. Do you know how hard it is to get a guy with those years to put down the baseball scores and read a book on “Sex for Seniors?” It ain’t easy.
Of all the mean-spirited things my aging body has done to me, this has got to be the most demoralizing.
Meanwhile, the leaves are starting to change. Not all the leaves. Aspen. Wild grape leaves turn yellow and there are some weeds that I swear to you must have come from another planet. They don’t look earthly and they are ugly.
I took some pictures today and they came out pretty well, but I feel they are not an appropriate representation of my garden which looks really terrible. Awful. Never seen something that used to be a garden look this bad.