It’s been forever since I posted….
Nov. 5th, 2023 01:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
osodecanelaOctober was not a great month.
12 days ago I was getting my steps in, when I found a rotten deck board the hard way. I broke as soon as my heel was bearing all my weight as I was walking briskly up the ramp to the back door to the kitchen. I went down like a sack of potatoes, twisting as I reached out with my left, so as not to do a face plant. It took the wind out of me, & I laid there for a moment taking inventory of what hurt.
My husband appeared at the door from the main house, intent on another cup of coffee, only to find me on the ground. I groaned, & slowly got back to my feet.
Shoulder bruised, left knee abraded (though gratefully my sweats untorn, so the wound was uncontaminated by grime or plant life), back tweaked, but worst of all it bloody hurt to breathe. At first I thought a rib was out of place. Then I had a sneezing fit & saw stars. Yup, probably 2 busted ribs on the lower left side of my chest.
Over the next several days must of it improved- all except for my chest. By Saturday, I was able to help a close friend move, albeit most of what I did was pack stuff into my car and drive. I left the bulk of the lifting and carrying to the others. (It is amazing what one can fit into a Prius V, & after our move to the Lake house and subsequent move back, I’m very adept at playing 3D Tetris inside my vehicle.
Trey is a good friend, part of my Covid Pod & I would have to have been in a cast and in crutches to not lend a hand. He’d gotten notice of a significant rent increase on his small 1 bedroom in the residential sprawl of west Santa Rosa the beginning of October, effective November first, and rather than simply accept that, started looking for other housing. He lucked into a house share, joining 3 women who had been sharing a place in central Petaluma when the owner decided to sell. They had just moved into this spacious ranch house in the unincorporated county north of Petaluma, in September. Literally a ranch house. It’s on a hill, surrounded by grazing land, with a 360 degree view, and the nearest neighbor a 15 minute hike away, but both Cotati & Rohnert Park are only a 10 minute drive, 15 minutes into Sebastopol or Petaluma.
Trey’s room is huge, nearly double the size he just left, with a good sized walk in closet AND thus own on suite bath. The women are all charming and friendly & instead of spending an extra $400 each month, it’s $400 less.
I was starting to feel significantly better until I started coughing yesterday morning. It started as a tickle in my throat, and by the time I awoke this morning it was clear something viral has set in.
No fever, but I am achy again to the pint it’s Tylenol a couple of times a day, in addition to my generic daily Celebrex. Throat is scratchy, voice is husky and it was entirely get me to break out a fresh Covid test, which thankfully is negative. (And before anyone asks, yes I’ve had the current booster; I got “Moderna’ed in early October. I could’ve gotten Pfizer’ed a week earlier, but I didn’t do well with the initial Pfizer vaccine.)
The cough is coming in spasms and is now productive, though not plentiful, so I’m pushing fluids and made a large pot of Avgolemono this evening. LJ made a face at first, but ultimately helped himself to seconds and then thirds. Amen for my freezer. My friend across the River had a bumper crop of Meyer lemons last summer and begged me to come take. Ultimately, when some of the of them started going moldy, I zested all that were still good, and stashed it in the deep freeze, then juiced them and froze the juice in ice cube trays, before moving the cubes into freezer bags.
The cough is not helping my chest wall. I’m not seeing stars anymore, but I’m far from a happy camper, and it may delay the fractures healing.
Ungh. Time to sleep.
12 days ago I was getting my steps in, when I found a rotten deck board the hard way. I broke as soon as my heel was bearing all my weight as I was walking briskly up the ramp to the back door to the kitchen. I went down like a sack of potatoes, twisting as I reached out with my left, so as not to do a face plant. It took the wind out of me, & I laid there for a moment taking inventory of what hurt.
My husband appeared at the door from the main house, intent on another cup of coffee, only to find me on the ground. I groaned, & slowly got back to my feet.
Shoulder bruised, left knee abraded (though gratefully my sweats untorn, so the wound was uncontaminated by grime or plant life), back tweaked, but worst of all it bloody hurt to breathe. At first I thought a rib was out of place. Then I had a sneezing fit & saw stars. Yup, probably 2 busted ribs on the lower left side of my chest.
Over the next several days must of it improved- all except for my chest. By Saturday, I was able to help a close friend move, albeit most of what I did was pack stuff into my car and drive. I left the bulk of the lifting and carrying to the others. (It is amazing what one can fit into a Prius V, & after our move to the Lake house and subsequent move back, I’m very adept at playing 3D Tetris inside my vehicle.
Trey is a good friend, part of my Covid Pod & I would have to have been in a cast and in crutches to not lend a hand. He’d gotten notice of a significant rent increase on his small 1 bedroom in the residential sprawl of west Santa Rosa the beginning of October, effective November first, and rather than simply accept that, started looking for other housing. He lucked into a house share, joining 3 women who had been sharing a place in central Petaluma when the owner decided to sell. They had just moved into this spacious ranch house in the unincorporated county north of Petaluma, in September. Literally a ranch house. It’s on a hill, surrounded by grazing land, with a 360 degree view, and the nearest neighbor a 15 minute hike away, but both Cotati & Rohnert Park are only a 10 minute drive, 15 minutes into Sebastopol or Petaluma.
Trey’s room is huge, nearly double the size he just left, with a good sized walk in closet AND thus own on suite bath. The women are all charming and friendly & instead of spending an extra $400 each month, it’s $400 less.
I was starting to feel significantly better until I started coughing yesterday morning. It started as a tickle in my throat, and by the time I awoke this morning it was clear something viral has set in.
No fever, but I am achy again to the pint it’s Tylenol a couple of times a day, in addition to my generic daily Celebrex. Throat is scratchy, voice is husky and it was entirely get me to break out a fresh Covid test, which thankfully is negative. (And before anyone asks, yes I’ve had the current booster; I got “Moderna’ed in early October. I could’ve gotten Pfizer’ed a week earlier, but I didn’t do well with the initial Pfizer vaccine.)
The cough is coming in spasms and is now productive, though not plentiful, so I’m pushing fluids and made a large pot of Avgolemono this evening. LJ made a face at first, but ultimately helped himself to seconds and then thirds. Amen for my freezer. My friend across the River had a bumper crop of Meyer lemons last summer and begged me to come take. Ultimately, when some of the of them started going moldy, I zested all that were still good, and stashed it in the deep freeze, then juiced them and froze the juice in ice cube trays, before moving the cubes into freezer bags.
The cough is not helping my chest wall. I’m not seeing stars anymore, but I’m far from a happy camper, and it may delay the fractures healing.
Ungh. Time to sleep.
