This is my post for #freewriters 2797 prompt a bridge to nowhere hosted by
I was going to have my husband take me to the walk-in clinic when he got home from fishing on Friday, but by the time he got home, I was able to move my knee without screaming out in pain. I knew it was getting better, so I did not go. Yesterday I could walk, but I could not put weight on that leg, and it is still like that today. I think it is slowly healing.
I feel like the right side of my body is failing me. When I get my head in a certain position, turned to the right, I fall. My right hand has lost its cartilage, and now my right knee. I have arthritis in the fingers of my right hand. I am afraid my body is going down a bridge to nowhere. I am falling apart. But I guess this is what happens when someone has worked their body the way I have worked mine. And it beats the alternative, I know too many people who did not make it long enough to have their body turn on them.
My husband says this is all caused by me being dehydrated. I have fought it for years, but it does not matter what I drink or how much I drink, I stay dehydrated.
I have always been active,
with kids, with work, with play.
But then came that dreadful day
Somewhere down the line
I climbed a hill.
I did not see it coming.
Now I was on a bridge to nowhere
Do I want to know where it goes?
I fought it as long as I could.
But it caught me, I am old.
Now I do less, and still, can not seem to rest.
Questions run through my mind.
Where is this bridge taking me?
What is it going to make of me?
Another day, and I am still here.
I pray to our Lord to give me many more years.
photo is mine