Hobbling Around Like an Old Man (OUCH)

But of course.  I am an old man.


An old friend has returned to my life.  It's called Sacroiliitis - an inflammation of  this fixed joint.  Because the joint is fixed there is no possibility of a surgical fix.



The intense pain interferes with my walks with Zion.    

Walk, Stop, Rest. 

Walk, Stop, Rest.

Z. is so patient with his old man Papa.

ASAP  I will get a cortisone injection from my Orthopedist. If past patterns are to be trusted such an injection should be good for a pain free year.

In the interim "Aleve" should mitigate the pain.

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