Hi, Barb! (@bjk3)

Giddy? Did I really sound giddy? 🙂 I love that word. As you may know, I'm a word guy. I'm forever looking up words in my Webster's Collegiate, not because I've no idea what they mean, but to find out where they came from. My Webster's tells me that "giddy" comes from the Anglo-Saxon "gydig," meaning "insane." Now I love "giddy" even more! I guess maybe I did sound giddy the other day over the prospect (not yet a sure-thing, only a prospect) of knee surgery. If I did sound giddy, it had to have because it's been years since I'd driven away from a doctor's visit in which the doctor had said, "Here's something I could do for you that might help … " As many of us with incurable conditions experience, we've grown used to our doctors having little else to say but, "Well, I'll see you again in six months. Let me know if there are any changes … " ––not expecting there'll be any changes (other than changes for the worse). I did drive away with a powerful "WOW!" feeling. I'm realistic, though. A knee replacement will not do diddly (Webster's "diddly": Eng. dia., to move back and forth; to rearrange) for my PN, but (fingers crossed) it will relief the pain in the knee that is preventing me from doing all I can to build leg strength, which (again, fingers crossed) will help with the management of my PN-related balances woes. All to be revealed in the coming months! Thank you, Barb, for your kind words! And for your prayers, too!

Cheers!
Ray (@ray666)