I’m better. Health-wise. My knee surgery is a success and physical therapy is going well. I caught a horrible cold–with complications. As my mother would have said, “I felt like the dead lice were falling off me.” I’m not sure what that means, but it’s about as bad as it gets. Finally I called on Sunday and she called in some antibiotics. I feel SO much better. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t want to take unnecessary antibiotics, but there is a point when a 61-year-old knows she has an infection and the nurse practitioner should listen.
Needless to say, I haven’t done much in the way of artsy stuff lately. My stock is getting low, though, so I need to get busy. Now that my sewing machine pedal leg is almost healed I think I can get back to work soon. Wish me luck.
