I am always amazed at the way Bags copes with her many activities in spite of her pain.
Life is desperately unfair. I abused my body for years, drinking a bottle of wine a day and taking virtually no exercise. I only began to live a healthy lifestyle after I retired. (But I have never smoked). I don't deserve my good health. My sister, who has also never smoked and did not drink very much (except when she was visiting me!) is only four years older than me, but has angina, scoliosis, arthritis, high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and is awaiting the result of a fasting blood test to see if she is now diabetic. For a couple of months, she has been suffering from cellulitis, which has made her legs swell, blister, itch and burn. When she stayed with me, I made sure she had complete rest with her legs raised and it really helped, but now she is back home with nobody to look after her.
I got my comeuppance in a small way two weeks ago, when I strained my knee taking a very long walk (six hours) with a very stiff climb. I didn't notice it at the time, but it just gave way one day whilst When was here. Luckily, it didn't stop me driving for several hours a day, wearing a strong knee bandage. I realised how frustrating it is to be unable to stride out without pain. I am giving it a complete rest this week and I may think twice about tackling such stiff climbs.