I have found that I must quit working at the computer with my legs crossed. In 2001 a straight-line wind blew down our cedar fence, and in helping move the rubble, I dropped a section, which slid down my leg below the knee, displacing the muscle, blood vessels, &c., leaving only a thin layer of skin only over the bone. Lately I have been crossing my legs with that spot bearing the weight of the opposite leg, and I once again have a pressure sore there. I have slapped Neosporin® on it and covered it with a large adhesive bandage. No fever, and so I am hoping that I’ve caught it early enough that it will heal without becoming infected.
Al is making a day trip to see relatives, but I am staying home to puppy-sit and move around as I am able. I decided that sitting in the car for a long stretch (and then sitting at a table in conversation) would not be the best for my struggling circulation. I had hoped for a relatively dry day, today, so that I would spend more time on the exercise bike, but we’ve a forecast of rain showers, again. I’ve done quite well, this week, missing only one day, I think. Yesterday, I was only able to put in a mile and a half. Allergy season is again in full force, and I’ve had to use the nebulizer three times in the past two days. I’ve started to sleep in two- to three-hour stretches rather than through the night, and so I now am trying to move around enough not to fall asleep during the day. I have found that irregular sleeping is not good.
The big event, this week was the taking down of the large, three-quarters dead cottonwood tree just across the back fence in our neighbors’ yard. I will miss the gatherings of crows, the occasional entanglement of raptors in the topmost branches, and the mourning doves sitting together, visiting at day’s end.
I am continuing to play the piano most days, if only the warm-up exercises. I am determined to avoid spending the entire ragweed season only semiconscious. If nothing else, I shall read. Currently going through Anne McCaffrey’s PERN books once again. I’m up to the Harper Hall Trilogy, which are among my favorites.
Don’t know where the time went! I must wake up, feed, and out the puppies.
There are more photographs at The Moments Between, this date.