O L D...didn't feel old until this week. I was reclining on the couch with my youngest in an odd position and the muscle quivers and discomfort was ok to bear as dreamt in sweet slumber. But, when I got up later, the white hot flames of something-is-horribly-wrong grabbed and almost knocked me down. That was Sunday. Now Tuesday, I have trouble lifting my right leg and looking over my left shoulder. What a silly goose I was, but now my goose is cooked!