that I would be writing this post from the hospital. But the gods smiled down on me and I am writing from the comfort of my cozy little apartment.
Cellulitis is an insidious disease. I think everything is fine and then Blam--- I discover the signs of it just above my ankles. Within a couple of days I have large, open, weeping sores on both legs. The trick is to keep these patches from becoming badly infected. I can not manage that alone, so Oldest Son shows up twice a week to help me change the bandages. This is in addition to helping me with the compression socks I have to wear all the time. They are difficult to pull on in the best of circumstances and I don't bend all that well any more. Lucky for me, he lives next door and is willing to help. It is not a pleasant task.
I had an appointment to see my family Dr. yesterday morning. Youngest Son took me there. Because my feet are very swollen and shoes don't fit just now, a wheelchair was needed to keep my socks from shredding on the concrete and to navigate hallways and office rooms. I rode. Son drove. He only whacked a doorway once. I fully expected him to try a wheelie, but he refrained. :)
The Dr. looked at my legs, told me to continue what I had been doing as far as treating them, gave me instructions on how to reduce the swelling, added yet another pill to my already full prescription list and sent me home. I am not happy about adding more medication, but I will go along with it for now. I am thrilled to be home and not in the hospital where I was the last time I had an outbreak. Thing is, I really do not play well with others. I love being with family but other than that, I am not one who needs to be surrounded by people all the time. And a hospital setting is a particular kind of hell for me.
So...I am off to the kitchen. I have a large stock pot in the fridge full of crab apple pulp waiting to be turned into jam. And 10 lbs. of onions need to go into the dehydrators.
By the way, my bread machine works like a charm. I have made three loaves so far...one for me and one for each of my boys. The bread is delicious. Oldest Son says it makes really, really good French toast. Sometime today I will make another loaf for myself and maybe a couple of batches of cinnamon rolls. I haven't used the baking feature, but am using the dough feature, putting the dough into pans and baking it in my oven. Bread making has never been easier. I just layer the ingredients, liquids first and then the dry ingredients with the flour on top and the yeast last. Wish I had thought to invest in one of these machines years ago. I didn't, but I am thoroughly enjoying it now!
Note to Chickenmom who wanted recipes: I just used the basic white bread recipe that came with the machine, but I am sure any yeast bread or roll recipe will work just fine. The instructions call for bread flour and bread yeast, but I just use all-purpose flour and regular dry yeast because that is what I have on hand. Didn't seem to make any difference because the loaves raised nicely, baked just fine and were tasty.
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