Overwhelmed by a Perfect Storm of Emotions

On my first day of knee rehab

Janice Macdonald
The Daily Cuppa Grande

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Photo by Dorian Mongel on Unsplash

I’m writing this on my iPhone – taking it to the open window every so often when the signal gets weak. The Clinique du Dr. Ster, internationally recognized for its reeducation specialties, essentially has no internet. They have more important things to think about.

It’s a massive facility in the low foothills of Lamalou les Baines in southern France. From my window, I see hills fringed with pine trees and what looks like the ruins of a castle. There’s a very European feel about it — my morning coffee is served in a bowl, along with a croissant.

I will probably be here for three to four weeks. It frustrates me that I can’t add pictures to this story. Katie added some for me, but she has never been to France, Bless her heart. I’ll replace them when I am able. Perhaps there’s a way to move pictures from my iPhone library to this page, but I’ve tried several things and nothing works.

Today is Saturday, an ambulance picked me up from the hospital where I had my knee-op and brought me here last Thursday afternoon, so it’s all very new.

The ambulance attendants brought me on a stretcher up to my room — I questioned the necessity of a stretcher, but they spoke no English and shrugged at the question posed de in my fractured…

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Janice Macdonald
The Daily Cuppa Grande

At 68, I started a new chapter in my life: I moved to France. Alone. It turned out to be quite the page-turner. Still is — even when age insists on a part.