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Rolling to Freedom (Pt. 9)
I am now stealth on wooden floors with my walker– like a Navy Seal in my ability to advance quietly. But when I see the tennis balls, I have ironic flashbacks to my orginal diagnosis of my arthritis… (WAVY LINES, WAVY LINES, SFX: HARP MUSIC)…
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“Look, Ma– No Hip!” (Pt. 2)
On Monday, Nov. 2, a man I barely know had me stripped and knocked out.