I wanted to get to the Farmer's Market this morning in time to get certain fruits that are always sold out after 0830 and I didn't. I got to scouring pet water and food dishes which led to other clean-ups that needed to be done and...I missed the boat. However, may as well make good of the time still here and I will start in on the bathroom very soon. Sigh. Thankless job. Well, except for the thank yous I give myself when I step into the sparkling shower/tub enclosure or enjoy the shine of the newly cleaned vanity and potty! Then I am thankful for the ability to do my home work here. I still remember how completely helpless I was two years ago when my wrist was broken (I still have never run on asphalt again..I am very VERY careful now) and my legs blackened with bruising and swollen like utility poles and pitch black along with cellulitis. THAT, cellulitis, is a skin inflammation requiring antibacterials I believe it was instead of antibiotics for weeks and being almost to the point of NOT being able to walk at all what with that condition and the traumatic injury to my legs. It is not fat accumumation.
After several months of paying a help place to come in for 3 hrs, 3 days a week..and sitting with ice all over my legs for 4 of those weeks, I will not complain about cleaning the house. I couldn't comb my very long hair or get it up onto the top of my head so as to be more comfortable. Nor could I shampoo it of course. Not only was my right wrist broken on the inside BUT my legs were totally bunged up too so I could scarcely stand. I had one of the paid folks shampoo my hair ONCE a week ( Oh, that was hard to get used to) and TRY to style it a little before putting it on top of my head out of the way.
I couldn't fix anything to eat and I lost so much weight. The boys brought all manner of food in but I couldn't open cans, (That took about 6 months) couldn't put it up for an electric can opener even if I had one...couldn't unwrap frozen entrees and besides, I lost my appetite...seriously. I got the women that showed up 3 times a week to open a can of soup and put it in a plastic container I could open and I would eat a piece of toast in the morning..nothing till 2 PM where I had a cup of soup carefully spooned up with my left hand and maybe more toast at night. Weight fell off in gobs. :-) So I am grateful to be able bodied since.
More than you needed to hear. :-))) Better stuff next time. Go figure why I wrote all of that.