I was on the road by 6:30 am. Good for me. My tush felt a lot better. I guess the infrared light is working. However, my left leg felt weak. I tried a little of the hill but decided against it and walked back on the flat road of my street, passing my house to get more steps in.
I don’t think my leg is in trouble. I think the work I’m doing to engage my leg muscles in unfamiliar ways is straining the muscles. I believe this is good, not bad. I’m still cautious about taking on more than my body can handle. If I get stuck on the road and can’t go on, I will be really and truly stuck since I can’t expect anyone to pick me up during the virus shut down.
When I got home, I fed Elsa and took the garbage out. I did a little work on the blog and then lay down. Again, this perpetual tiredness. I do hope it’s temporary. I find myself wondering how I will be able to return to my activities after this prolonged sequestering. I will certainly try.
Judy called to tell me she was heading to Walmart. Did I need anything? Yes, poop bags. I have a bunch, but do I have enough to last until forever?
I noticed my hair beginning to grow over my ears. It’s getting close to my next scheduled haircut. I know Randee is shut down for the duration. Watching my hair grow out may be the worst for me. What will we all look like when we come out of hiding? Dorothy has got it made. She’s been cutting her own hair for a while.
I finally got up from my lie-down; I don’t even want to call it a nap. It went on for most of the morning. I made my smoothie for the next two days. When I spoke with Judy, I remembered to take some soup I had frozen out of the freezer to tonight’s dinner. If it doesn’t defrost in time, eggs will be my go-to option. I set the soup container out on the lanai. The air isn’t warmer out there than in the kitchen. In fact, there is a higher breeze out there, which may have the opposite of the desired effect. However, in the afternoon, the sun comes in from that side. I dare the soup not to defrost with a direct hit like that. We’ll see.
My primary doctor sent me an email. Bacteria were detected in my urine, but it wasn’t a lot. She knows I’m not an enthusiast of antibiotics. She said if the symptoms get worse, let her know. Have I told you that I love the service I get from Kaiser? All the doctors, except for two notable exceptions, which I wrote about in the blog entries during Mike’s stay in the hospital, have been not just good but fantastic. We both felt we got prompt service. The doctors showed interest not only in our wellbeing but in our opinions related to our health. We were consulted. Was everything they did perfect? Of course not. They’re not gods, but they always were thoughtful and did their best.
I slept for most of the day, feeling endlessly sluggish. I managed to move my carpet vacuum cleaner onto the lanai and plug it in. I counted that as progress.
As I was preparing dinner, the lights went out again as they had done the other day. I hadn’t set up a flashlight yet and put it where I could easily reach it. Also, I didn’t know where my phone was. One burner was on already, busily steaming my broccoli. I tried to put the burner under my soup on, but no joy. Ah, right. The ignition is powered electrically. I had a lighter if worse came to worst, but in the meantime, I could use the same burner for both pots.
The lights came on in five minutes. Someone came to the side door. Elsa went ballistic. It was B. That’s what he is really called by everyone. B. stands for Brian, but his real name is Richard. He was carrying an illuminated plastic container. It’s made from the same material used to package sheets and is about the size of a small muff. (Anybody remembers muffs, not the kind for your ears but for your hands.) It has three settings, on, bright, and blinking. He said it was a solar-powered light. He wanted me to have it because there have been more spontaneous blackouts. How great is that! I told him to leave it outside; I would wipe it down before bringing it in the house.
I watched the Crownies after dinner. It was like the earlier episodes of Janet King. I don’t like the later ones of the King series because they put the main characters in danger. I don’t need edgy, thank you anyway. When presented with previews of horror shows or violent crime shows, either Mike or I would say, “Remind me not to watch that!” Neither one of us found being scared entertaining.
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