I wish I could tell you that my recovery is all wonderful, but I am sure you would know that was an exaggeration.
I do have lots of improvement, and a bunch of really good days.
Unfortunately, I have some really crappy days. Headache, neck pain, just generally feeling like a truck ran over me.
Today was one.
I tried, after a few hours, to make a grocery store run. It was not a great idea. About half way through my very short list, I felt like I was going to pass out, or throw up, or both.
Lucky for me, I have a couch companion/nurse/worrier that knows how to make me feel, if not better, at least cared for.
There was a time when I would have been WILD about not being able to do my
But this is the new me, and after a little anguish, I amuse myself, and "allow" myself to stay home.
That does not mean that I am resting all day. I do rest, but in between things that make me feel better about staying home in the first place.
So I pickled some red cabbage, an old recipe of my mother's.
If you're English, in her book at least, you eat pickled red cabbage, and pickled onions.
It was pretty easy to make, and since I had cut it all up yesterday and let it sit salted overnight, I was really pretty obligated to finish it.
Now to wait for 2 weeks, until it is "ready".
I had a marvelous weekend though. I told you about knitting on the bridge over Black Creek on Sunday, but Saturday was a good day, too.
I took a road trip with another friend, "A", to Woodstock, Vt.
For years now, I have wanted to go to the Glad Rags Sale, held at the Masonic Temple twice a year, April and October.
I finally made it.
We had to be on the road early, but it was such a lovely, misty ride.
I am so fortunate to have a few really treasured friends.
That's all one needs, really.
I didn't say "pets", cause they are FAMILY.
"A" and I got a chance to really chat it up. Friends are those people you can totally be yourself with, and you know they love you, no matter what.
Does it get any better?
We got there at 8:15 a.m., and there were some people in line already.
Apparently, this is a very popular sale. The clothes are all very nice. No junk here.
Everyone was very congenial, so the wait didn't seem long at all.
We hadn't been there long, and the lines on both sides of the building started to get longer, very quickly. Did you notice, everyone has their own bags. They don't provide bags.
Not sure what's up with that, but I can't seem to ignore it.
I did get a few things, and then I waited outside the door for "A".
There she is now.
I guess after lunch, everything is half price.
But I've had enough.
Off to the Farmer's Market. Where somehow the crowd doesn't seem to bother me.
Good days, not so good days. One gets you through the other. That's my theory.