The Story of
Goldilocks and the Three Bears Debbie and the Four Stairs
Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Goldilocks. She went for a walk in the forest . Pretty soon, she came upon a house. She knocked and, when no one answered, she walked right in.
You know the rest of the story, Goldilocks eats the bear’s food, breaks their furniture and takes a nap. She was, however, pretty hard to please.
The first bowl of porridge was too hot,the second was too cold. The the third bowl was just right. so she ate it all up.
The first chair was too big, the second was too big too, the third was just right but when she sat in it she broke it all to pieces.
And,finally there were the beds. The first bed was too hard, the second, too soft but the last was just right. She fell asleep in the just right one. When she woke up, she saw the bears, screamed and ran away.
So, here’s my parallel story.
Once upon a time, there was me. I took a tumble and then a twist. There wasn’t any forest – just caliche and cacti. Eventually (after 6 months), I came upon the office of an Orthopedic Surgeon. He took a look, ordered an MRI, told me to call him in the morning – just like the song: Put the Lime in the Coconut !
And now, the rest of the story:
When I was 19, a drunk driver slammed into me going 65 mph. After the Jaws-of-Life peeled open my door, the EMTs had to remove the steel rod that had once held the steering wheel of my Dodge Dart, but was now buried deep in my knee.
If your tire is flat, you may be able to patch it and air it up. But if you have a blow out, you need a new tire. My knee was patched up with 48 stitches and a cast back then, but this time, I had a total blow out. Dr Elmer said my meniscus looks like a shredded tire not a flat one.
I’m too old for a meniscus repair (by about 10 years). He said I need a total knee replacement.
But, I’m too young for a total knee (by about 10 years).
So I’m too old and too young which means I must be just right!
Thank you all for your emails and well wishes and prayers. That’s the story. Whenever I write again, whatever I write about, it won’t be about my joints. (It’s like going to a nice restaurant and listening to people beside you talk about their gallbladder all through dinner!)
Dr Elmer suggested Cortisone shots or Rooster Comb shots. We’ll see. For now, I’m getting by and keeping my pants on. Life is very good!
Life comes from physical survival; but the good life comes from what we care about. ~Rollo May