January 11, 2022

On Christmas Day, we were stacking wood on the steps.  My legs and back were sore and I was slow-moving.  I rested and felt better.  Two weeks later, again we were moving wood to the steps and I exclaimed to Paco how happy I was that my body was moving much more freely.  A minute later, I picked up a piece of wood, felt a twinge, and thought I'd better be careful.  But it was too late and I was hobbling and hurting.  Several days later and I am still walking and moving with care and pain.  Argh.

Marlon and I were at the hospital Monday, not for treatment but to get his counts checked (fine) and refill prescriptions.  We sat and waited for the results of blood counts and after sitting for a while I could barely move, I definitely couldn't stand up straight.  After waiting one hour for results, we waited another two for his medication.  During that time, Marlon stayed in the car listening to podcasts while I paced slowly so as not to seize up again.

A lot of waiting.

My sister told me our mom vacuumed our childhood dog while giving him treats to help him get accustomed to the machine.  Marlon and I have agreed we are not willing to follow that path.

Amaryllis in bloom


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