The Day I Forgot My Joints Hurt
I used to love mornings. Coffee brewing, birds starting their song, and that quiet promise of a new day. But somewhere along the way—maybe after turning 50, maybe after a few too many years of weekend hikes and desk jobs—mornings started to feel... different. I’d wake up with stiff knees and aching fingers. Not in a dramatic, fall-to-the-floor kind of way. Just a slow, creeping discomfort that made me dread getting out of bed. Walking down the stairs felt like a cautious negotiation with my own joints. I tried stretching more, cutting back on sugar, even those turmeric drinks that taste like spicy chalk. They helped, a little. But nothing changed the fact that I was losing parts of my daily rhythm—like kneeling to garden or playing tag with my grandkids—because my body just wouldn’t cooperate. Then, during a conversation at my local library (of all places), a friend mentioned something she’d been using called Joint Genesis™. I almost tuned her out, assuming it was ...