I’m 25 days post op and having my other hip done in 15 more days. I feel less depressed today, but the past week has been rough. All I can think about is how this is the doorway to the last phase of my life (I’m a whopping 62). I sit and think of the things I think will never get resolved and whether I’ll go to Hell when I die (That’s making me laugh right now). It gets much worse, but I’ll leave the negative there. One thing that has helped a tiny bit is that I’m going to decorate my walker before the second surgery. The theme is “”My bucket list.” Some of the things on it are go Jeeping on the Rubicon Trail, attend a surf camp for women, go see my ancestral home near Charleston, SC, USA, resolve my spiritual issues, and go to Glacier National Park in Montana. The depression has delayed my little craft project, but I have most of the decorations sitting ready. I know I won’t need the walker for long (have been off it for over a week this time), but it will be fun to show off next time for awhile. I’m an adventurer at heart and probably wore out my hips with my many previous adventures. I always hide my depression by being a jokester, kind of like an amateur Robin Williams. But I’m determined to endure until the natural end of my life. No one I know would ever guess I’m anything but wildly happy and carefree. Thanks for let me ramble. If I can figure out how, I’ll post pics of my walker when I finish it.