This is not meant to be a bashy post, it's meant to illustrate how difficult it is to go from running things around here to...not running things around here.
Last evening, Paul made me another excellent dinner. He roasted chicken breasts in the oven, all crunchy coated with some Nashville seasonings. He roasted acorn squash, and made me a big salad, a really good one. It was delicious.
Not too long later, my stomach really hurt, and that's all I'm going to say about what went on all night long for me. It happened to him too, to a lesser extent. So. Before he made the chicken, I asked him how long it was in the fridge for, he said it was fine. He smelled it, it was fine. (you may remember that he hasn't had such a good sense of smell since he had Covid). Anyway. The girls went to the store last Monday, bought chicken, used some, and put the rest in a baggie in the refrigerator. MONDAY. So last evening, Sunday. That is SIX days, way too long! (If you buy a package and don't open it, it lasts longer...)(I didn't know these details until I asked Miss Cam today)
Anyway. I am not pointing fingers, it's just that I keep better track of these things, and would have found out exactly how long that chicken was in there before I made it.
This sounds really whiny, and I don't mean it to be. I'm fine now, but no way, no how am I eating that chicken again. (He's making tacos tonight:))
Anyway. This fine morning, I puttered around a little bit, putting Christmas stuff where it looks nice, and keeping busy...you know, I had a shower, washed my hair, got dressed...walked to the bathroom a few times, did my exercises, pedaled the little peddle thing. Then, it was time for the dreaded Physical Therapy appointment. Oh, I hate going. I know it's going to hurt. And I'm always right.
The good parts: I can swing my leg up onto the table now without using any strap. I did the 30 leg lifts, although they did hurt. I did 40 heel slides, then some other exercises. Then, the measurement: 91. Same as Friday. That was disappointing. Then into the gym, and onto the bike. They had me go backwards, and I could almost make it around. The two therapists were cheering and pushing, and dang, I made it around, backwards....then without thinking, I went around forwards, which is more difficult! I will say, it really really hurt. I couldn't do it again.
Then on to the weighted leg lifts, 30 reps with two pounds of weight...then back in to do leg hangs...foot up on a bench, so the knee hangs down unsupported, to straighten the leg. That one hurts a bit. Stretching again, and another measurement...87...then 91 again. ugh. I know it's not all about the numbers, but we want to see STARK RAVING PROGRESS! We work hard, we want results!
Instead, I hobbled out out of there pretty dang sore.
Paul stopped at the DG and got me a salted caramel chocolate bar, and some diet root beer, along with black olives and corn tortillas for dinner. We'll behave and have a few squares of chocolate after we eat. :)
Seriously though, I have no complaints. Paul has been amazing. We've been having lots of fun, actually. Dinner is now served, he is spoiling me...so please, don't misunderstand my opening paragraphs, I am not blaming him AT ALL, it's just ....well, life. Kind of funny....now, ha.
You all have a good evening!
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I know exactly what you are experiencing with not being able to overlook much! The other night he was making me a canned soup in the microwave. Easy. But when I got it, it was mush! No liquid. I asked about it, he didn’t notice a pop. It just didn’t look right. Of course I didn’t eat it, thankfully, but I haven’t been able to get to the kitchen at all. But I’m very thankful for his efforts and his patience with me!!
Cheryl
You don't sound like you're bashing him - you appreciate him greatly. But getting sick is the pits, especially when you are already recuperating.
I think you're doing good - making progress! PT is just never fun...
Your are doing great at 91!! Keep working!! Sending a hug!!
Oh no, not a good night at all. Glad you knew the cause and all is well now. The longer I'm married the more I realize just how different Chuck and I are: the way we load the dishwasher, mow the lawn, the routes we take to go to the same place, the way we cook, the way we drive. Thankfully you probably didn't need to say the old "I told you so.' (I think the bathroom said it loud and clear!) :) So thankful you can laugh about it now.
He is a saint! :). But, no offense: if I could describe your husband in the kitchen in one word, it might be "hapless". In the nicest way possible, as Sam would say. :)
Good, he's been so sweet, I wouldn't want to be a huge brat...:). PT is never fun. ugh.
Terri, thank you! Part of me just wants to fast forward through these weeks, but God is doing a work in me in the midst of it, it has shown me so much stubbornness and impatience...
The key is to let them be themselves, not try to make them do everything "my way", and that's hard when my way is usually the right way ha. No, men just think differently. But marriage is really such a blessing when we can truly give each other freedom and be kind and love each other, it is so much fun.
Dear Della,
Well that was quite the experience you probably don’t want to repeat 🤢 Oh it was food poisoning for sure and we’ve all experienced that! 🤢 My husband is NOT a cook at all. He was great at barbecuing though. And a great fix anything guy, but cooking!! Hopeless and not interested. So there you go, all different. Glad you recovered! 😊
Keep up the PT. You are doing great 😊 Have a lovely day. I have some running around today. The sun is shining, but it’s cool. Not sure how cold …….guess. I’ll find out when I go outside!! 😂😂
Marilyn from Canada 🇨🇦
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