“Patience is a flower which doesn’t grow in everybody’s garden.”

I wonder if the originator of the aforementioned quote ever went through hip replacement surgery.

At this point, this patient is becoming impatient. I’m ready to ditch the walker but, after 15 or so steps, I realize I need it for stability. I’m ready to go upstairs, but the 15-step trip down to the landing worries me. I’m ready to sleep in my own bed because, even though I complain to Scott it’s time for a new bed, our memory foam bed is much more comfortable than the contraption in the grandkids’ bedroom.

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