Mystery writers, don't write romance. Please please please don't write romance. But of course they do. Can't bloody stop them.
Which is to say, Barabara Mertz is wearing on me. Ramses is a psychopath. ('My best friend is looking at The Woman I Love! I want to tear his heart out!') Nefret might as well be a Japanese heroine. '(We spent the night together and next day I saw him looking at another woman, oh woe alas it is All Over, I must run away and immediately latch on to someone else he loves me no more!') And the quiet civil young man is the villain because of course he is. Quiet civil modest young men are insufficiently manly and must be up to no good.
Heat on tonight. Is now autumn for however long it lasts.
...involves having dinner on an outdoor patio in the rain and occasional thunder, not something I'd normally do. Should have brought a jacket because there's 17 degrees and 17 degrees, and the one I left home in was not the one the rain fell in. But it was nice to be with my bro and s-i-l again at our local. Had to cab it there with my regular company and back with another because my regulars were going to voicemail, and of course cabbie coming back calls me to ask where I am when I'm right where I said I'd be, out front of the restaurant with m walker.
But I got home in one piece and only slightly wet, and will stay in bed tomorrow until noon while the rain still falls. As my coming cabbie said, why are we getting the dregs of a Pacific storm? But apparently we are.
My sister dropped by today to drop off some books. Haven't seen her in at least two years if not longer. She limps worse than I do and for much the same reasons- IT band gone to concrete, knees hurting, etc. It's sobering when your younger sister is more debilitated than yourself. Also discover she had another heart attack early in 2019 and now has a stent, which is something I wasn't aware of.
Am having another crack at booking a cleaning service. Go through the website, pick a service, pick a date, hope this time they get back to me. Also contacted that pilates studio up the street to arrange an assessment. This energy comes from a decision to postpone surgery until I can somehow arrange inpatient aftercare. I can contact all the places I want, they still all require a doctor's referral and the surgeon doesn't do that. Also tried using the two wheeled walker upstairs today and discovered, as I expected, that I can't use it on bad elbow days, which today was. If the pilates can help with the back and hip pain, I may not have to lean as much. And I probably should book with the physiotherapists around the corner who might be able to hlp the elbows as well.
Money, of course, but there's always mony when you own a house in this city.
Oh, she says, getting cold feet, this is such a bad idea. Too late now. But our business co-ord called me today to tell me all the news. Her mother had a knee replacement fifteen years ago that never worked properly and now doesn't work at all, so she's back to St Mike's to see what's what, and she has a female surgeon! Angh. I want a female surgeon too!
Bus co-ord had kittens at the notion the Toronto Western will send knee surgery patients home the next day, never mind the same day. But I fancy procedures have changed in 15 years. For one thing, they no longer do general anesthetics for that operation. Epidural, nerve block, and sedation (from which, I am told, you can be roused by a loud noise, so mild sedation). Has the side effect of keeping you pain free for a while, which is good and certainly better than morphine which does nothing but make time pass veeeery slooowly.
C was also pushing for me to go to St Mike's, but since her mother's surgeon was such a loss, I was never that keen, even though I was referred to a different surgeon who was at that time the doyen of the profession. My nursing friend gave me the side eye when I was scheduled for there, which rather sorts with my own impressions of the place. Anyway, que será será.
In reverse: don't put the fans away until the first frost. We're having that warm autumn we were promised and I swelter without my standing fans. Oh well. Another day or two and we're back to highs in the mid-teens, which is what the lows have been these last ten days.
Everyone is being very encouraging about the wonders of knee surgery, which is as well, because these days I can barely move for lower back pain. Most distressing. I have no assurance that a new knee will loosen anything up, but if it gets me back to where I was three or four years ago, I'll be content. Latest encouraging words come from Elmwood's mother down the street, who is currently single-parenting because husband has a four-year contract in Germany. She has help, fortunately, and will be moving somewhere closer to him in future, which probably means Brexit Britain whence she originates. But in the meantime, if I need anything from the super, do text her etc etc. She also recommends a pilates studio up the street which will design a program for you, one which helps with the umbilical hernias we both have. Definitely something I will look into when I'm mobile again.
Walk every day, they said, so I walked over to my local cafe. Hoped they might be doing indoor seating by now, but no. David the barista said Maybe naninaninani, but David's estuary accent and sotto voce voice are hard enough to make out when he's not wearing a mask, never mind when he is. No matter. It will be months before I'll be able to get back there again.
Because it's in the same direction as Fiesta, I checked it out. And of course, because it's the warm Sunday of a long weekend, no crowds and no lineup. Also, alas, no more pumpkin pies. Bought two strawberry rhubarb ones, my normal fave, but the crust is different and not as good.
There's a very fine line for me between maintaining and gaining, and one drink a week plus bread puts me over it. Evidently an hour's walking every other day doesn't count as sufficient exercise, not the way I walk. Oh well. I'm sure I'll lose weight post-op so I'm not going to worry.
Evidently there's only so much a foam roller can do because in today's downpour everything hurt like blazes. Still went over to Fiesta because no one in their right mind shops on the day before a holiday Monday and I'd hoped the rain might discourage people. But no. Line up to get in, people shopping with two or three kids in tow, and as I was pushing my rollator to the end of the line some fleet-footed able-bodied male with his mask under his chin grabbed my place. I swore into my own mask and he, looking startled at the existence of someone other than himself, half-heartedly offered to let me go first. I waved him away, refraining from saying No thanks, I'd rather not breathe your air (aches and rain will almost override my Torontonian enryo but not quite) but indulged in a small pumpkin pie as compensation. It's a very good pie; I wish I'd got two, or one big one.
Supposed to be sunny tomorrow. May get out for turkey dinner, may stay in and cook my frozen turkey breast, may wait till Monday to cook since tomorrow's humidex is supposed to be 27, which is not oven weather. What I really want is alcohol, and I've ordered some sherry which won't come till Tuesday because the other thing I can't do is send some poor schmuck to the LCBO on a holiday Saturday or Sunday in the rain or the heat, TYP.
Possibly a side effect of losing weight but recently I've been able to use my foam roller as, well, a foam roller and not just the thing I do leg straightening exercises over. It's still very precarious because it's a 6 inch (15 cm) roller and I can't support myself on my arms as you're supposed to because my elbows Do Not Do That. I figured a smaller roller might let me get more areas, like the quads and adductors, and I had a smaller roller once upon a time, only it wasn't in any of the places it should have been. Possibly I threw it away in an unwonted fit of tidiness.
So I ordered a travelling roller, 4 in/ 10 cm in diameter and a foot/ 30.5 cm in length, which arrived today. Gave it a try out. Yes, much more manageable but ouch much harder than the big one. Still, rolled my IT band, which of course you're not supposed to do, but ah the looseness. Then looked for a place to stash it handy. Right beside the bed belongs to the large roller so stuck it in the open bottom part of the bedside table, which ordinarily holds cassettes and ankle weights, neither of which I use but you know I *might* and if I put them away I'll forget I have them and won't be able to find them if I need them yadda yadda. Something falls out the back anyway as I wedge the roller in. It is of course my other small roller, the twin to this one. So now I have two. Which as as well, because the length is too short to do both quads at once and one at a time doesn't cut it. One at a time with a tennis ball or two is just fine, of course.
So either the stretching with the big roller has loosened my legs or today, in spite of humidity and rain, was a good knee day. In any case got to the laundromat with microfibre bathrobe and towels, and up to the Little Free Library/ Pantry with tinned meat and tuna. However much I like chicken or tuna salad and however healthy they may be wrapped in lettuce, tinned protein simply doesn't like me. And I also disposed of three toothbrushes and four small tubes of toothpaste because my dentist's assistant insists on giving me two tooth brushes and two packs of paste every time I go there-- which has been twice in the past two months. 'You need to change your toothbrush every day you're in hospital!' Err, I don't think so. Shall be surprised if I'm even able to the first day, what with IVs and all, and when I'm home I use an electric brush. But anyway, pass on the largesse to those who need it and call myself virtuous.
...if we actually had some sun some day? or at least dry cloud? Something other than Vancouver or London-ish 'if you can see the CN Tower it's about to rain, and if you can't, it *is* raining'?
They say sun next week. I hope so. There's things I'd like to be mobile for.
Lows are only in the midteens and highs in the low 20s so I don't know what this deire to have the heat on is all about. Maybe beause it's so clammy? Whatev, I'm still chilly.
If I refrained from biting on chocolate covered almonds I'd have saved me sveral hours and a good two hundred dollars. A quarter of that was cabs beause today the streets of TO were all parking lots. Work from home, you guys. The air was so much cleaner when you did.
Being awake at 6 this morning, I fell asleep at 7 this evening so my night will be late. This is why I want to find my ativan stash.
Elizabeth Peters has succumbed to the same syndrome as her namesake Ellis. Is there a charming modest well-mannered young man on the scene? That's your murderer. I thought she was going to subvert the trope in her latest, but no. Villain all the way. At least she's not quite as cookie cutter as Cadfael (disgusting older man, sweet young female marrried or engaged to same, bumptious rough diamond, charming young man, 1 is the victim, 2 +3 will end up together, 4 is the murderer) but enough of the time she is.