I'm going bat shit insane in this bed.
I was at the end of healing period number 2 (after getting a meniscus tear in my knee) and went down the back step and totally screwed my knee up again. I've got to get someone out here to fix that back step now that I know it's what has been the death of me.
Feral cats. They know I'm about to start rounding them up and cutting out their reproductive bits. I blame them. Out there in the back. Just beyond the step. Calling to me. Being so cute and hungry.
Guess when I can walk a decent distance again I'll have to go around the front...
At any rate, now I'm looking at what? Another three weeks tied down and not moving? I seriously don't think my stomach can handle much more ibuprofen... And I am just so not good at taking help around the house. I mean, it's not to say that I don't want any help around here... it's just that it's frustrating for the things that I'm so used to doing that I take for granted. And it's hard to ask for stupid little things like a napkin or a drink of water or whatever... but all those steps add up. And at the end of the day, if I don't ask for some help with those things at least some of the time, I'm in so much pain and I'm quite literally exhausted.
In other news, I found some powdered sugar at Central Market that is organic and uses tapioca starch instead of corn starch. I told Jacob and you'd think I'd won the lottery instead of just found some corn-free food. We have been reading the labels on powdered sugar for a long time, though, so it is quite a find. Also, called on the new Cinnamon flavored Chex and there are no ingredients sourced from corn. The fructose is made from honey and fruit. He ate them this week and no reaction.
Final thought: Not a bad time to have an injury that leads you bed-ridden. Plenty of Olympics action to keep me occupied...
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