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What is left? Well on us, what is on our left side is crap-ola. Michele wrote about her recent, peculiar pain attack, and then I chimed in with my own gout attack...both on our left sides.
Tonight I made my customary & strong after-dinner coffee, and asked my bride to carry it downstairs into the walkout basement for me. I attend to the bird bath and bird feeder each evening, you see, and I needed to get to the gear on the lower level. This evening, my gout has me stumping along like a pirate with a borrowed peg leg; a gait not conducive to coffee-mug transportation.
Michele obliged, and we descended the stairs as a bonded, supportive couple, wincing with our individualized pains, reflecting on the 'golden' years ahead.
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