The best laid plans of mice and men...

...and all the rest of that stuff. The past couple of months have been a real trip. I did get an education, though. I got to learn what a "bilateral meniscal tear" means. Seems as we age, the cartilage in our knees gets weaker and less stable, and is more prone to injury. I managed to tear both the medial and lateral menisci (for those of you who just ADORE all the medical chatter and hypochondriacal mumbo-jumbo), as well as having made hamburger of the back of my kneecap over the years. And to add icing to the cake, this was my GOOD knee we are talking about.

Anyway, long story short - X-ray, Bledsoe Brace locked at 40 degrees, painkillers, MRI, blood tests, arthroscopic knee surgery, painkillers, Physical therapy, pain killers, stationary bike work for the rest of my life, Synvisc, pain killers - I'm all set! It's great to be 50!

Now I have a question to ask anyone who is still reading:

What is the burden of responsibility on any given individual for assuring that someone else's happiness is intact? If you are married? If you are a family member? If you are merely an acquaintance?

Now how about if that individual is mentally ill, whether gravely or high-functioning? Does it make a difference? What if you married them when you had no idea how deep their dysfunction went?

Thanks for visiting.