Gerry the geriatric. Geraldine if you choose to be more formal.
Upon discharge from my cast-removal appointment at Georgetown Hospital, I was prescribed with several items that essentially suggest I'm an 85 year old woman trapped in the body of an almost 30 year old. Not only did my orthopedist ask me to start taking Glucosamine to help prevent arthritis in my ankle, he also wrote me a prescription for a compression stocking. Upon telling my coworker about Glucosamine, he said he had heard of it before after watching commercials on the golf channel, which is widely viewed by the elder crowd. Between Depends and Cialis, Glucosamine fits right in.
Yes, I'm officially hot and desirable. If you see me walking at .00001 miles an hour down the mean streets of DC with my crutches as canes, sporting my black air cast and a flattering flesh-colored knee-length compression stocking, give me a holler. Cat calls are welcome, too.
More to come on my new ankle, but until then I am happy to be walking and happy that by the time I do turn 85, I'll know what to expect.
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