Luckily, my good sister is out of town.

She doesn't understand the strength of those who suffer. Indignity in itself is a form of understanding - for the many who undergo, in an ongoing way, the experience of crumbling physical health and the processes of maintenance and repair.

There are those who suffer and those who, despite aching in those parts that used to play, dance on.

And then there's tiger balm.

I salute those in the recovery ward. Your crooked leg, raw wounds and slurred vision are my symphony. Here's to you and your out of time dance, it's a better dance than any preened quickstep. Keep on jigging.

:-)

N. Wr.