As I mentioned briefly on what will now forever be known as Lemur Day, I’ve had a cough….again. It’s pretty much going away now, but for a while there it was just as bad as the cough that led me to the emergency room back in October.
Tom plays PubG online with a friend of his down in Wellington. They talk to each other via Skype and the computer is out in the living room so I can hear Stacey talking and he can hear me. The other night I was in the kitchen coughing and coughing and coughing and I heard Stacey say to Tom, “You know when she turns you’re going to have to kill her.” And Tom just laughed.
And when I mentioned to my mom how I was pretty sure this cough was actually the measles she told me that she had me vaccinated against measles when I was a kid. She told me this through a comment underneath my blog post and I could just FEEL her rolling her eyes as she typed.
I’m surrounded by sympathy on all sides. I will be a vengeful ghost.
So other than the occasional soul-hacking cough, things are pretty much clearing up. But I’m also physically breaking down because that bung knee of mine is getting worse, despite having had that keyhole surgery on it back in August. My knee is almost constantly swollen, and when I walk it cracks continuously, and I can’t walk up a set of stairs anymore without using the railing to haul myself up or ascend each step one at a time…you know, right foot up onto the step, then left foot up on the same step, right foot up…etc. etc. It’s tons of fun when Tom is standing at the top of the stairs grinning at me and saying, “Come on, gimpy, any day now!” He never misses a chance to make fun of me, that man. He has been massaging my knee almost every night though so I think I’ll keep him.
I really, really don’t want to get surgery again. Especially since that quack of a surgeon said that I might be looking at a total knee reconstruction if the keyhole surgery didn’t fix my knee…which it obviously hasn’t. One of the personal trainers at the gym has made me a personalized program full of exercises to strengthen my glutes and quads which he said should help my knee. But he also made sure to tell me he is not a doctor or a physical therapist and he can’t promise that the exercises will make my knee better, or even not make it worse. But I’m giving it a try. I’m tired of hobbling around, and I’m tired of it taking me like 30 freaking seconds to get up if I’m sitting on the floor. It’s a production, I tell you. I just love it when those little humans I teach, after they’ve hopped up from whatever little pretzel position they’ve been sitting in, stare at me while I’m pushing myself up to all fours, and then struggling to get my good leg underneath me so that it bears the majority of the weight of pushing me up. “Why do you do that?” this one child asked me and I said, “Because I’m broken.” He stared at me like I was crazy and said, “People can break?!” and I replied, “Oh yes, buddy, they sure can.” I hope I didn’t plant the seeds for the beginning of a future phobia in that small child.
The above picture is of a chain homeware store, kind of like Bed, Bath, & Beyond, but with more furniture. Tom thinks it’s weird that for the longest time, before I looked in the window and saw dining sets and couches and stuff, I just thought it was an adult toy shop. We already know Kiwis don’t know how to spell “shearing” so I just figured they didn’t know how to spell “nude” either and that they wanted to make sure everyone understood they weren’t trying to sell second-hand sex toys.
It made perfect sense to me. I actually grew more confused when I discovered it is actually a furniture store.
I am beginning to feel that I am perfectly normal and it is the world around me that is weird.