Wait and See ...

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As some of you may recall, I'm fighting with a bum knee. No, no, it's not like my knee is unemployed and shiftless, it's, like me, retired. But unlike my brain, I need it to function at full efficiency 24/7. I mean it's part of what keeps me upright, which I need lest I fall into sloth. (Okay, further into sloth ...)

Before I get into that, see the lead-in picture? It's my new internet box. On Thursday, when I still had two mostly functional knees (we'll get to that, patience) The Missus Herself remembered that she needed a new phone as she's going back to the homeland for a few weeks with her sisters, again. Not a problem, she's earned that right.

Anyhoo, after years of faithful service and being abused by grandkids ...

It was definitely time for a new phone. (Okay, the grandkids didn't treat her phone as badly as the chimp does that suitcase, but there were times ... Okay, it got dropped, a lot.)

So off to the AT&T store we went (that's our carrier, we've had them since they took over Cingular just after the last Ice Age) for to purchase a new communication device. (An Android, we don't do Apple, okay, The Missus Herself does have an iPad, but I don't like the way Apple does things. Sorry, it's a personal deficiency no doubt.)

Now at the store one of the chaps asked me who I used for my internet provider.

"Cox."

"Are you happy with them?"

"Happy is not a word I would use, let's just say that it's adequate and is better than the only other competitor in my wee town fast on Narragansett Bay."

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I looked at the lad and said, "I'm listening ..."

"It's high speed, up to a billion bps, and it's only $35. How much do you pay now?"

"Wow, $35? I pay a hundred right now."

One thing led to another and they convinced me to try it for a week, gratis. So I took it home, found that my AT&T internet speed was two to sometimes three times faster than Cox. And seriously, like my cell phone, I could theoretically take that box anywhere and have internet. Like my Mom's house. So, I'm a happy camper and Cox lost a customer. (Before you ask, I don't bundle, I do everything on my computer, everything.)

So that being said, the next day is when my right knee decided that he'd had enough of my bullshit and decided to go on strike. I literally could put no weight on it at all, hurt like bloody hell it did.

Was prescribed a week's treatment of Prednisone and here it is (Monday as I write) and I'm down to only using one crutch and that is very much a "just in case" kind of thing. In reality it was better on Sunday as well. My old boss was going to drive over from the other side of the bay, as she had a walker I could use. That's twenty miles as the crow flies, close to fifty miles by road. (That whole Narragansett Bay thing is in the way, gotta go around it, through Providence, which is its own special hell right now due to bridge work.)

I called her while having my coffee and said, "Skip it, thanks but I can walk pretty good now on crutches."

Sunday down to one crutch, Monday I keep it with me, but can walk without it. Yeah, it hurts, which is why I still use the crutch. Doesn't hurt at all if I take the weight off the knee.

A nurse called me up on Sunday to inquire as to the health of said knee, I told her that it was much better. She asked if I wanted to see the orthopedics doc soon, or ...

I said that I'd wait, explained how The Missus Herself was going to be out of town, so any procedure requiring someone to drive me there and back was right out until the fall. She said, "Well, if the pain is under control and you can walk on it, let's play wait and see."

So I'm waiting.

And we shall see ...