Addy and Hank

Tell us about the last experience you had that left you feeling fresh, energized, and rejuvenated. What was it that had such a positive effect on you?


“Hmmmmph!”  grunted  Addy.  “They want to know the last time I felt fresh and energized?  Rejuvenated?  Pah!  Those people have no idea what it is to grow old! “

Her patient husband glanced up over the top of his newspaper, raising his grizzled eyebrows in question.

Addy glared at him.  “Don’t give me that look!”  she said.  “It’s just silly.  How am I supposed to remember the last time I felt like a teenager?  No aches, no pains, no arthritis? For heaven’s sake, what a silly question to ask an old bag of bones like me!  They’d have done better to ask about the last time I was able to roll out of bed without wincing in pain!”

Hank lowered his paper, gazing thoughtfully at his usually cheerful wife. “So, where does it hurt you this morning, Addy?  Didn’t you have a good sleep?”

“NO!  I was tossing and turning all night, up three or four times.  Couldn’t get my hip comfortable no matter what.”

“Well, maybe it’s time you gave your doctor a call.  You’ve been complaining about that hip for a while now, you know. Maybe he can put a shot of something or the other in it and give you some relief.”

“A shot. Right.  Remember when I had bursitis in the other hip, and he gave me a shot?  Needle as long as  my arm, and it hurt like the dickens!”

“Yes, but you felt better.  And the bursitis went away after a while.”

“This is different.  The pain is in a different place, where the doctor said it would be if there’s arthritic erosion. I don’t think any shot in the world is going to un-erode it.”

“Well, of course, it’s up to you.  I just don’t know why you’d want to have pain if there’s a possibility of easing it a bit.”

Tears gathered in Addy’s eyes.  She sighed. “Well, to tell the truth, I just dread facing another surgery. Eventually, that’s what I’m going to need.”  Addy had both knees replaced about ten years ago, and she truly dreaded the idea of going through another surgery and physical therapy routine.  She made jokes about being the Bionic Woman, but deep inside she was just dreading the pain that would come with the process.

Hank held out his hand, and she put her own in his. They stayed that way for a few moments, reading and understanding each other clearly while speaking no words.

“Tell you what,” said Hank.  “Why don’t we call down to the kids’ place and see if they’d be up for a visit?  Haven’t seen the grandkids for over a week, what with the weather and your back acting up.”

Addy brigtened immediately, her eyes lighting up and a bit of a spring returning to her step as she went to get her cell phone.  Hank smiled to himself as he watched ten years fall off his wife’s shoulders.  Amazing what seeing the grandkids could do.

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