|Bill brining up food for me from our basement freezer - what would I do without Bill?|
Late yesterday my flu symptoms (sneezing, aches, fatigue, congestion) came back with a vengeance.
I had seven huge sneezes in the space of two minutes. You know what that sneezing indicated don't you? Your body trying to expel those germs (or virus) or whatever. All I know was that I was feeling lousy again and I went back to bed after my first decent meal in two days, beef stew.
The last two days I've eaten nothing but Campbell's and Progresso chicken soup. I really feel the chicken soup consumption lessened my flu symptoms but man oh man, did they come back last night.
I didn't want to go to bed at 7 o'clock. I wanted to watch a movie but wasn't in the mood for a bloody, revenge movie "Blue Ruin" (what I had on tap from my Netflix DVD) so I pulled up my saved DVR "Downton Abbey." I needed some real escapist diversion. I wasn't in the mood for guns and gore last night. I had no more "Judge Judy" and I wasn't in the mood for the plasticity of Patti Stanger and "Millionaire Matchmaker" (can only take so much of that Hollywood glitz and glamor phoniness of so-called millionaires).
I had saved last season of "Downton Abbey" and was saving this season but to my dismay I saw that last season was gone. I guess when my DVR saves a new season, the previous season is wiped out.
So I watched it anyway, missing the whole of season four. Guess what? It only took me a few minutes to catch up that Lady Mary is involved in yet another pre wedlock affair, Thomas is still struggling with his homosexuality and still an unsympathetic character, Mr. Bates is still being hounded
Les Misérables style, Daisy is still trying to better herself by book learning, Lord Grantham is still strutting around like a cock rooster and best of all, Dame Maggie Smith is still playing Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham. So many reasons to watch this wonderful show but Dame Maggie is the best. I hear she probably won't be in next season (if there is) which is a shame because Dame Maggie "Weekend? What's a weekend"?" if Dame Maggie goes I fear there go the raison d'être for me watching this show.So where am I going with this post? It was supposed to be all about my convalescing and I get diverted off to the very talented Dame Maggie Smith.
Well folks, I feel a lot better this morning. My flu like symptoms seem to be gone (finally) now.
This morning was Shower Day. Every third day I take off my leg brace and take a shower, an exhausting challenge for sure (try it sometime when you injure your leg).
I still can't bend my knee nor lift my lower leg but I was able to get in and out of the shower (one little step up in and same out) easier than I have before.
Of course sitting here at my computer desk is still very uncomfortable with my left leg extended out so I'm going to end this little missive shortly.
The photo at the top is Bill coming upstairs (he lives in our finished basement), bringing me food (frozen beef stew in individual boiling bags) last night. I cannot go up or downstairs. Thank goodness again I decided to live on one floor when I moved to Delaware, in anticipation of getting old and immobilized like I am now.
I feel like I'm rambling so I will end but not before reminding one and all I have my appointment tomorrow at 2:40 PM with my orthopedic surgeon. He has the results of my MRI that I had taken last Monday. I'll find out what the extent of the damage is to my left leg and how long it will take to heal. I'm hoping no surgery will be necessary. What a mess this has been. Again, I cannot stress enough, be very careful when walking about outside in icy and unsafe conditions. You could end up like me.