Food poisoning??
So, Paul has been over it since Monday. I am still suffering. I managed a piece of toast today. At least I thought I had until 6 hours later when it made itself known to my intestinal system. I think it is time to call the doctor's office. A clear liquid diet is not making the time go any faster at all.
I have a lot of time to think these days. I remember the oddest things from my life. Today was a day of mostly happy memories. Paul and I getting married twice due to the comedy of errors. Larry bursting out of his shell, becoming the actor he is today. I still think his role as Daddy Warbucks was his best. He made me cry. Brandon and friends coming over to eat dinner and watch movies with us. Mandy and Casey and their antics always bring a smile to my face. Jim and Betty and the whole clan getting together over food and laughing as we didn't pass the butter to Jim. He threw his roll to Betty to get it buttered. Yes, many, many good memories.
I almost resorted to watching Doctor Phil today but was saved by my afternoon nap. God bless the afternoon nap.
I left the house
That's right. I actually got out of the house this weekend. On Saturday afternoon, Paul and I went to see X-Men 3. The movie was good and the pain level was acceptable. The new theatre down the street has some very comfortable chairs that rock and that let me keep the blood moving in my leg.
As if that wasn't enough for me, we then went to Kohl's. Kohl's is my new favorite store. We had a 30% coupon that applied to our total purchase. We got a new blender, a KitchenAid for $54. Considering it is normally $100, I thought we did quite well. Kohl's has wheelchairs so Paul patiently wheeled me around the store to do a little shopping. I had a blast.
So, there is life outside these walls and I hope to be able to see more of it in the coming week.
The only other news is that Paul and I both got food poisoning yesterday. He seems to have recovered better than I have. It is taking me a little longer because of my post op immune system. Today, I am just trying to rehydrate.
Love to all.
For those keeping track
The invoice arrived for the surgery and subsequent hospital stay. $32K this time. My left knee has rung up $100K in hospital bills since the original injury in 1990. This doesn't even cover the doctors, physical therapy, pharmacy, and tests. Thank goodness for insurance.
Is there life outside these four walls?
I have been trapped in the house for almost three weeks now. My only release has been to go to the doctor, the emergency room or physical therapy. None of those places really count as getting out of the house to me. I know every flaw in our house intimately now. Sometimes I sit and stare at one or two of them and wonder how I am going to fix them when I can't even walk on my own yet.
Television is no longer holding any of my interest. I don't really think that it was before, I just had pain killers that made me not care about anything. Now that I am trying to wean myself off of the blasted things, I am acutely aware of how slowly time passes everyday. You know it is bad when you actually look forward to the excruciating pain of physical therapist. Randy, the therapist, is some kind of sadist. He took too much joy in inflicting pain this morning. Worse yet, I have therapy at 7:00 a.m.
The rose garden is beautiful. Paul made a nice arrangement of some of the roses and some lavender and put them in a vase for me. I have literally watched some of the buds bloom. That is almost as fun as watching the time go by on the clock at night.
Misery time starts around 7:30 to 8:00 at night. I dread it every single day. We have yet to find anything to relieve the pain and discomfort and restlessness. Paul and I have tried everything. I keep hoping that one night will go by without this miserable time. A few prayers in that direction wouldn't hurt. Well, Paul is home and Brandon and his harem are coming over for dinner. Jemme wants meatloaf so that is what we are having.
Love and hugs all around.
