When I get better

In spite of the list provided by J in the previous post we headed off to Ikea today armed with a money off voucher. We went with the intent of buying him for a few things for uni on the basis that, though we still don't know his exam results (17 days to go!) he is almost certainly going to go somewhere.

"You don't need me to come with you do you?" he said.

One teenager dragged into car. Fish and chips and Swedish cheesecake later and he was feeling a bit more co-operative and got quite enthusiastic about choosing spatulas, and a pizza cutter and baking tin and mulling over mixing bowls and knives. Must be more stuff he needs just can't think of it all now. Have already got him some saucepans. He can have some of our spare stuff anyway. We have plenty of stuff.

Talking of which I have done masses of decluttering of late, which is probably why I am so exhausted. I'm beginning to actually see the effects though.

My knee did not behave well today - there were several embarrassing "Youch!" episodes in Ikea. Had to rest when got home.

You know what I'd really like to be able to do? Go to Ikea and just wander round all by myself.

Well there's several other things I'd like to do as well. When I get better.

J's list

J's list of what he thinks he needs at uni:

Computer.

Praying for feet

Yesterday I didn't feel like going to church but I went. The man who was meant to preach wasn't there as his wife is in hospital so we just had a very short talk. The pastor had stuck tape in a circle on the floor and he got the children to scatter some pieces of paper with Bible verses on them inside the circle. We were then to go up and choose one. I could see one from where I was sitting: 'I am the Lord who heals you' (Exodus 15:26) and I hoped that whoever picked one for me would get that one. Sure enough my friend Melanie chose that one for me.

We then got in small groups and prayed for each other. There was a time this would have terrified me but it's ok now and good to pray for each other's needs. They asked if I wanted prayer for my knee but I somehow felt they should pray about my feet which were hurting as ever. They still hurt but watch this space.

Not a good day

Today was a crash day. As in a day when the M.E,/CFS gets the upper hand and my muscles turn to jelly and my brain is full of feathers. As in can't do anything much physical, can't do anything much intellectual. As in end up in bed watching cat videos.

I knew though, I knew I had been pushing myself too hard but I still did it, thought I'd get away with it, didn't. Several insomnia nights and too much activity .Hope I'll get over it quickly.

Have got a bit of a runny nose. Last thing I need when operation might be soon.

Any cold viruses trying to attack me you can just shrivel up and die.
 

Thanks J

For Mothering Sunday this year J gave me some lily bulbs. This is one of them in bloom.

Ouch

Today is the anniversary of breaking my knee. If I could go back in time I would do that day a bit differently - not go into the bedroom to change my shoes, not put my slipper boots on, pick up that bag from the floor before it could loop itself around my ankle... 

But here I am a year on and in a lot of pain at times. The operation was meant to be July 2nd, I was all psyched up for it, doing the Octenisan anti-bacterial regime - showering and washing my hair in special stuff and clean flannel, towels, nightwear, bedding and clothes every day, well I do normally put on clean clothes but the rest... a lot of laundry. Anyway there I was the afternoon before, dressing gown washed, most of my stuff packed, trying to stay calm when the phone rang - the operation was cancelled. Only good thing about this was that my brother was visiting so I could enjoy his company, eat a big dinner and go to bed late.

I expected the new date to be soon but it's in September. In the mean time I've been getting agonising stabs of pain in my knee  - so bad that I cry out however hard I try not to. The physio has strapped it up which has helped but he said to take strapping off when I saw consultant yesterday - cue a yowl of pain in the waiting room when P accidentally jiggled wheelchair.

I went into the consultant's office.

"What are you doing here? Why haven't we operated on you?" he asked

 He was really angry that I'm had to wait so long - six months wait to do such a quick and simple op is ridiculous he said and there were some dark mutterings about waiting list managers. Anyway he was very apologetic and said he will do his best to hurry it up.

The cause of the pain was evident on the x-ray - a hook that has rotated out of its original position. Ouch. Very ouch actually.

Apart from straight leg raises I'm not to do any more physio exercises as hook will just be scraping against cartilage.

Roll on the operation.

No words

Another blogging gap and in that time truly terrible things have been happening in our world.

There are no words...