Well, it appears I am finally getting a bit better. I finally went to sleep last night and slept five hours solid. But, since DST has set in, I did not get up at noon, but 1 pm. Don't get me wrong, I still feel very ill.
Around dinner time on Saturday night, I told Tommy I would cook dinner if he came and helped me. I stood in front of the sink and counter and told him what I needed--cookie sheet, fork, cooking bag, etc. He was very willing to help. I did not move my feet and held onto the counter.
Pork loin roast, potatoes, carrots, zucchini, bell pepper, and half a stalk of celery. The celery was only for the flavor. I put garlic powder on the roast. He peeled the potatoes before we went to the kitchen. It was a delicious dinner. I needed it.
Remember when the utility room door banged for half the evening and Tommy had to go out in the rain and put something against it? Well, something started banging again in the wind late Friday. On Saturday morning I could barely get to the door, but when I tried to go out, I almost fell on the ice on the ramp.
The ice remained until the sun came out and shone on the ice. I finally went out and struggled every step and found the door closed. He had put my heavy umbrella stand against the door. It was now shoved three feet away. I moved the umbrella stand back in front of the door and added a bag of potting mix.
I barely made it up the ramp. On my best day, the ramp is difficult. Tommy told me all along that the door was secure. I fell into my chair and finally put it all the way back, turned on my side and slept for almost three hours.
I opened a can of tomato soup and he tended it. I waited so long that my half cup of soup was almost cold. That is how tired I was, too tired to drink soup.
Saturday, I read blogs but only commented on one blog. Except for the trek to the utility room and standing at the kitchen counter while he gave me things I needed for dinner, I did not move except to go to the bathroom. Tommy waited on me hand and foot. Today may be no different.
Typing has exhausted me.
He just went into the kitchen to get me lunch--apple, cheese, knife, and bread. Dinner will be leftovers from Friday and Saturday night. There were not enough leftovers from Friday to eat on Saturday night.
