I saw the breed-ist dog owner this morning and just turned around and walked the other direction. Now I am a delusional coward.
This afternoon I revisited the orthopedic group where I went last week after I fell and smashed my knees. I showed her my painful and still swollen left knee and she remarked on the amount of bruising and inflammation. So validating. Really, not sure precisely why but I feel like a big baby complaining even though 10 days later the knee is still yellow from the deep purple bruises and still obviously swollen. She gave me something topical that is supposed to help the inflammation, so as soon as I go upstairs tonight I'll be smearing it all over my knee. I hope it helps. Someone is going to call me about physical therapy to strengthen some muscles (quads and something else) because she said that my knee caps were too far out to the sides and also she said I have arthritis. But then she also said that it is typical for someone of my age and nothing to be concerned about. I don't want arthritis! Dammit. I have to go back in three weeks and see another doctor who may or may not order an MRI depending on if it is still swollen or not.
In the mean time I realized that I really really want to swim so I think tomorrow I am going to force myself to go to the Y and swim. I can make time and hopefully there will be lanes available when I want to swim.
I do a lot of sitting around on the couch lately and I am sure to the rest of the world I appear to be paying attention to the television but in reality I am formulating plans for future photo projects or how to alter the straight photographs I have because I suspect that no one is going to embrace a new comer with straight photographs. It just isn't the market for that right now, unless you're and old white man who has been on the scene since the 70s, which obviously, I am not. The thing I need to do is get off the couch and turn some of those brilliant thoughts into actions. I think I'll goof around in photoshop right now and see how brilliant I can become. On a scale of 1 to 10 my enthusiasm for anything is a 1. It's trump's fault.