Or maybe not so much healing. I had stuff I needed, so I went out. Walmart was an experience. I needed a bunch of odd stuff. And I sure discovered I'm not healing much more lately. One thing I really needed was cat litter. I've given up trying to lift those 35 pound tubs, so I get the 12 (whatever) pound jugs. The big tub cost isn't lower enough to make it worth scooping it all into smaller containers anyway.
I used to just casually pick up 2 of the smaller jugs at a time. Now it takes both hands for one. My shoulder reminds me it isn't like it was. I even have to remember to pick up a 6-pack of soda with the left hand. The right arm is USUALLY OK, but sometimes there is the OUCHIE if I bend it wrong.
I had a real cartful this time. I usually go through self-checkout, but I decided to stand in line so the cashier would bag everything. Emptying the cart into the car was a pain.
Then I went grocery shopping. That wasn't a lot of fun. After walking through the football-sized Walmart, I was starting to get a bit stiff at the hips. Sometimes I realize I'm not as healed as I think. And to make things worse, a lot of stuff I went there for wasn't available.
No Corn On The Cob, no peaches, no plums, no chunky horseradish, no baby bok choy (I buy it for the leaves to use in making egg rolls and the mature stuff is all stalks), no muenster cheese (love that), no whole milk in half gallon, and no pepperoni sticks (the pre-sliced stuff is nearly $14/pound and I have a meat slicer machine).
I found other stuff and went to check-out. One register open and 6 carts ahead of me, meaning about 15 minutes. Standing up is wearisome these days.
When I got home, the unloading was hard. I wish I had an elevator in the house. Most days now, I can manage the stairs one foot per step like normal, but I was stiff. So it was both feet on each step one at a time and I had a LOT of bags. It was slow going and I was pretty much worn out.
And then I had to put everything away! *SIGH* The 4' shuffle from the counter to the fridge gets long after enough "back-and-forths". I just wanted to sit. But because I wasted meat recently by delaying to cook and store it, I needed to bake the chicken thighs and bacon immediately.
There is a series of TV ads that make fun of Boomers acting like their parents. Acting in certain ways, not understanding computers, giving unwanted advice in stores, etc. I get that, smart phones are not my accustomed way to communicate and I think of writing an email before I think of texting. But they also ridiculed sighing with pleasure when sitting down in a chair. I don't get THAT! It is just a physical ease to sit down after standing for hours. I make the same sound myself after standing for hours and then sitting. My knees relax; my back relaxes. So I sat for 15 minutes.
And got up to cook. At least this time it all went perfectly! I baked boneless chicken thighs sprinkled with smoked paprika, with lemon wedges and sliced shallots at 400F for 40 minutes. That produces a flavorful liquid, which I drained off and mixed with lots of green olives and cornstarch which I heated until thickened to make a sauce which I poured back over the chicken and set in the fridge when slightly cooled. It's a North African recipe I found once and quite interesting.
Meanwhile, I set a wire rack over a baking pan and spread the bacon strips over it. In the same 400F oven, I let them bake 12 minutes setting them on newspaper to soak out grease. I put them in a container in the freezer. They keep great. I also keep the bacon grease for some cooking.
THEN I sat down for a couple hours. Whew. It was a long day... I'll probably lay in bed for 12 hours! I often do 9-12. I'm still tired these days. And the heated waterbed is SO soft and comfy. And The Mews all gather around slowly during the night. By dawn, they are all there. Even Laz and Ayla are often sometimes just on opposite sides of me, against me.
