The ever-increasing pain I have experienced recently now has a name – bursitis.
I’ve narrowed down the cause to being on my feet or, alternatively, sitting on concrete, the weekend of Jack Layton’s funeral.
Yesterday I began physical therapy treatments and learned that we all have bursae, at which I inquired, “As in bursitis?”, not knowing what that is, having only ever associated it with people of a certain age.
I have been given a few simple exercises to do between visits and am continuing to use my cane and choosing my chairs carefully. Nice to know a little more about anatomy, even if it takes pain to educate me.