My mother is a big fan of the Olympics. She really likes the gymnastics. After the end of the Beijing games she decided it is never too late to pursue your dreams, even at the age of 65. On Tuesday she performed her very best, and highest degree of difficulty, bed-balancing routine ever. The crowd was wowed, but the judges were unimpressed. One MRI, 3 hours of surgery, and 8 screws later she was kicked off the team for spending too much time in recovery. Despite the sad outcome, I am proud of my mother, she never gives up.
It is quite possible, after reading that you say to yourself, “Self, how could poor Vixen take anymore?” It is because I do not have a spine. Instead, I have a metal rod. It was installed sometime in 1980 or 1981, I can’t really remember. The rod has been a tremendous help through the years, keeping the weight of the world from crushing me into non-existence. Of course, it makes it hard to bend over sometimes, but the trade off seems fair.
Word of Wisdom: If you have a ceiling fan/light combo and can’t reach the little chain thing? DO NOT stand on the bed to reach it. Otherwise you might tumble into a wall, bump your head really hard, get a black eye, break your arm, and need to have surgery to install eight screws.
I am just saying: Get a step stool. Or your 6’2″ husband from the other room. Please.