Cabernet and an Allen Wrench

My goddess physical therapist always said, not if, but when, in reference to falling. I know she was right, but of late I have been walking so well with no balance issues. But every now and then, probably due to form, my prosthetic leg gets "stuck," causing me to trip, though I generally can catch myself before I fall. Not so Friday night. i was in the bedroom, on my way to the bathroom, when my foot got stuck on our beautiful Turkish rug. I was too close to an Asian chest against the wall, and I managed to hit the bridge of my nose full force on it. Pain and blood. A lot of both. I screamed pretty loud for Jerry, and he was there in a flash. I lay on my back for I'm not sure how long. He worked to comfort and clean me up, and I slowly made my way to the bed. I took a small dose of oxycodone, and with my head slightly elevated, I went to sleep. The next morning I woke to a very messy pillow. As I tried to get out of bed I realized I had pulled just about every muscle ...

As far as weekdays go, Friday is my only unscheduled day, so I thought I'd look through the Towson Y's schedule to see if there was a likely candidate to get me out of the house. I saw there was a late morning yoga class, so I thought I'd head over to the Y to watch it and see if it would work for me. I ran into a friend of a friend right before, who told me about a knitting group on Friday mornings. I thought great! I can knit for a while and then do yoga. The class had just begun when I walked in, and the teacher came to the back of the room. I told her I wanted to observe to see if it was right for me, to which she replied, we have chair yoga classes. That was not what I wanted to hear. I walked in using a cane, so she made assumptions. I stayed to watch the class, and became more angry with each passing minute. I could do just about everything the class was doing. My only need would be chair to help me get off the floor. But I couldn't help think, do I want to a...