It’s all my yoga teacher’s fault. She told our class that a good way to prevent and treat leg cramps was to drink cocoanut water. So when I woke up in the middle of the night I drowsily ambled into the kitchen to get a glass of the brew.
Suddenly, when I opened the refrigerator door a wave of dizziness overtook me and I fell to the floor. And that’s without storing Limburger cheese in the cheese drawer. Who wouldn’t swoon after a whiff of that stuff?
The next morning I was greeted with a swollen foot the size of a NY Knicks basketball.
An emergency visit to our friendly local orthopedic surgeon became a necessity, even though when he x-rayed the ankle and proclaimed it broken. Who needs news like that on a Friday morning before a beautiful weekend? His diagnosis ruled out a hike at the Delaware River Water Gap, a hot air balloon ride in Peapack/Gladstone and battling through end of summer sale at Fox’s. Since none of these activities were on our agenda anyway it wasn’t such a loss. But mobility was.
Crutches hurt, walkers require hopping on one foot (preferably the good one), and rickshaw rides are not available in our neighborhood.
On to the internet, where I learned of the wondrous device called a “knee scooter.” This gadget allows mobility, carries your stuff in a basket on front and was fun. I could just picture my grandchildren fighting over who will play with my new toy first.
So I leave you with this famous quote:
“Bones, shmones. As long as you’ve got your health!”