You know how it is. You meet an older person you know and you greet them with "Well, how are you anyway?" only to be subjected to a long description involving bowel movements, illness or a detailed description of a recent surgery when all you were doing was being polite. Well, I'm giving you fair warning, don't ask me that question either because this week I'm having a hip replacement surgery and at eight four years of age it's likely you'll regret asking me. You run the real risk of my telling you all about it.
This hip surgery will be added to the two knees and other hip joint replacement I've already had. I'm writing about it now only because I want your sympathy and prayers since I've worn out my rosary beads already. The truth is I have a very experienced surgeon and the approach he uses is one with the least involvement of supporting muscles and tissues.
I don't have a lot of reasons to be complaining about this and the one who really suffers is the caregiver. Feel sorry for Lita. She will have to put up with me during rehabilitation.