|Lilacs and sky in Bellingham today|
But when I woke Monday, it was all behind me. Fever gone, everything seeming normal except for residual weakness and a slight queasiness, which is still here on Tuesday. But I'm so much better it seems like roaring health by comparison. So I gave myself permission to go out into the beautiful warm sunny day and walk carefully to the bus stop. Once I got to the coffee shop, I didn't even want any coffee but I had a really nice half-strength latte anyway. It stayed down, I was fine, but working out didn't seem like a good idea, so I strolled around for awhile and headed back home.
What was really interesting is how much my knee improved after staying off it for two days. People had been telling me to take it easy and to stay off it. Now how do you do that unless you're flat on your back? Which I was, and it made a difference. I am walking much better but still injured. I've got a doctor's appointment on Friday, which I am looking forward to.
But there is something else that is very contagious. One of my blogging friends, Far Side of Fifty, wrote a post about spring cleaning, and I commented that I would only do it if I had a housekeeper. Well, not long after I wrote that, I had to find something from last summer and couldn't remember where I put it. After digging through drawers and pushing numerous dust bunnies aside, I caught the bug: I'm going to start with one room (the bedroom) and make a huge donation to the used clothing store, and organize my dresser drawers!