You hear it all the time. "She is doing great. Really turned the corner." or "I felt horrible, but finally turned the corner".
Well. I am trying to find the damn corner. I think I am close, but so far all my 'corners' have really been side streets leading to the main road.
I continue to hobble along on my walker like a little old lady. Wilbur and Stella are two pain in the but speed bumps, and no longer have any fear of being run over.
I do my exercises at the kitchen sink, and have watched Dawn's amaryllis bloom in the past few weeks. Stalkerish I know, but helps keep me focused one something besides the ball of fire formerly known as my knee!
Until I get to that corner I will just keep on keeping on.