and suddenly it's june

I'm blue. Much of the time between my last post and now I have spent hobbling with a stick. For the first 2 weeks, I couldn't do much more than get from house to car to work and back. Things have improved but I've only been on 2 very short dog walks in all that time.

And, may I say, my "stick" is not even a stick, not remotely like a cane, even. It is the handle from my trolley/grooming table that I take to dog shows. Mr J very cleverly and helpfully produced it for me to support my poor walking efforts. It's approximately the right height and has been extremely useful.

But when, oh when will I be able to walk normally again? And will I ever go stomping all over the countryside again?

A similar thing happened a couple of years ago, but with my wrist. It suddenly became practically useless for no apparent reason (ok, perhaps the reason was I always used that hand to try to control my then-uncontrollable young Finnish Lapphund). Agony if I so much as tried to lift a plate in that hand. It took months for me to get over that damn non-injury and even now it's a little weaker than my other wrist and I sometimes get twinges. So I worry that I may never properly recover from this knee thing. After all, I was able to strap up my wrist and pretty much stop using it until it got better. But I can't exactly stop using my leg.

So, sorry for disappearing. And, I have to say, I'm touched that you've been reading - I had no idea! Thanks.