feels like I have been run over by a Mack Truck

My ankles have arthritis Walking is terrifying Especially in winter My asthma is triggered by cold weather I wear a mask, because it helps me sometimes Today is not one of those days I crunch my boots over the icy tundra that is Kansas City Wishing I was twenty years younger and sixty pounds lighter My dogs follow me, watching me struggle I am glad they do not yet know what being old feels like It is a private hell, both ankles feel like they are broken My shoulder is sore from a spill I took ten days ago It feels like I have been run over by a Mack truck Because I am seventy-two, and out of whack.