Days 137-140.
Day 137 (last Friday) was one of my lowest days for a long time. It was the third day in a row of total rest so I was bored. Not only did my knee still hurt, a lot, but I had a terrible cough. I would have been googling for all the dreadful things a cough might mean, except that H had started coughing a few days earlier. When it wa just him coughing, we thought he had an allergy, because he suffers badly with hay fever and the pollen count is high. But I don’t get hay fever. Either there is something else we are both allergic to, or we have both caught some new bug that starts with a cough, or the cold we both had back in February is staging a return performance. Eventually we both developed runny noses, so it seems like the good old common cold once again. I’m glad I didn’t waste too many hours googling links between THR and lung cancer.
On Saturday we were booked to go on a ringing outing. This involved driving 3 hours to a motel for Friday night, a full day of visiting 6 towers to ring, then drive home. I felt so bad after the drive up Friday evening that I enquired if we could book the room for Saturday night so I could spend the day in bed while H went on the outing without me. I mention this to give an idea of how crummy I felt, that 24 hours lying down in a Premier Inn was more attractive than a day out in beautiful countryside meeting friends to indulge in my favourite hobby, not to mention the pub lunch that I had pre-ordered. But they were fully booked for Saturday night.
This was lucky, because I woke up feeling 50% better, and by maxing my pain meds I managed to enjoy the outing. I also managed to ring a quarter peal on Sunday to which I was committed. And go to ringing practice on Monday morning, because one has to live a little. But I’m lying down with ice this evening instead of ringing and going to the pub. And I have not touched the garden! I managed to get H to do a little bit of weeding, by threatening to do it myself. And the plants I did get into the ground before my knee went on strike are flourishing after spells of rain and sun. But I think I will have to accept that in 2019, as in 2018, I am not able bodied enough to keep the garden as I would like. Ah well, never mind. My recovery is an investment of time that will pay off in years to come.