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Windigo said:
And... another 4 years of Rutte and a huge conservative majority win .. Rutte is breaking records being prime minister for 12 years already and getting another 4 to add to it. 16 years of the same president (was) unheard of before him.

The runner up is a woman called Sigrid Kaag this time, from the party called D66. They are conservatives, but less so than the leading party (VVD, led by Rutte).

The COVID passport is definitely coming, this was Kaag's idea.

Netherlands election: Mark Rutte claims fourth term with 'overwhelming' victory
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Perhaps you need a term limit on Presidents. Here, it is two terms (8-years).

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More strangeness. A knock on the door. A man with a face strongly resembling that of a constipated water buffalo is standing there with a parcel. I wasn't expecting any parcels and upon peering at the label, I observed that it was not for me.

He seemed eager that I should take it anyway. I pointed out that not only was it not for me, it wasn't for my address either. He looked puzzled. I endeavoured to explain that there are many streets in this town that have houses numbered 20 and while mine is one of them, the label on the package clearly indicated a different street in a different part of the town.

Even then, he appeared somewhat reluctant to take the parcel. I observed that I have no objection to taking in a package for a neighbour, but being expected to provide a sub-courier service on an amateur basis wasn't a career path I was looking at. Just to be on the safe side, I made sure I watched him put the parcel back in his van and drive away.

Time for some tea, I think.
 
Another disaster birthday went by.

I honestly don't understand people who treat their birthday as "just another regular day", because I approach my birthday like I'm still a 5 year old child. I love celebrating my birthday! I love the attention, and singing happy birthday, and blowing candles, and cutting the cake, and eating the only cake I like which is sponge cake with egg candy, and dinner with my friends, and unwrapping gifts, etc, etc. Last year my birthday was on the 3rd day of lockdown and it sucked big time. Everything was closed and everyone was terrified of dying from the new plague so I sat home alone all day, had a big argument at work, didn't see anyone for the day, and only got birthday presents in June.

I had big expectations for this year's birthday, but once again, we are in lockdown again, everything is closed, and although people are a bit more relaxed with the restrictions there's no chance of me having a bday dinner. I spent the weeks before my birthday agonizing over the day. The day came and it was a rollercoaster so huge I don't think I'll ever care about celebrating my birthday again.

I had taken the day off and was planning on spending the day home watching movies and eating ice cream with boyfriend, but on Monday mom invited us for dinner on my bday. My eyes lit up at the realization that this year I will have a bday cake, and blow candles, and eat cake :laugh: Then boyfriend revealed he ordered me a cake. Which made me very happy, but he ordered me a cake I don't like so we'd still have to go out and buy a cake I like.

Birthday came, and first surprise of the day, poor grandma showed up at my door with my gift, and cake, a fried chicken she made me. But I didn't tell her I took the day off, and I was asleep, and woke 2 hours later to find her messages, and she was rightfully very upset that I didn't get the door :(
Later, boyfriend insisted I come with him to get the cake he ordered me and grab my gift that was in his house. I really wanted to stay home but he insisted I join him so I thought "hmmm maybe he has a surprise for me" and off we went, but no, he just wanted to have company. So we went to get his cake, but that supermarket didn't have the cake I like, so we went to his house to get my gifts, then to another supermarket but the queue outside was too large and I was starving so we went home. I looked at my clock, it was 1:36PM and we were out on his car running errands, and had not had lunch yet (I usually lunch at 12PM), and we did not have my cake, and I started feeling stressed out. So we went home to a late lunch (I hate lunching late!), and we were supposed to go out and get my cake but really all I wanted was sit in front of the couch watching a movie and eating ice cream which is what I had envisioned for my birthday. So we did. When the movie was over, I had to ran to the kitchen because I had agreed with mom I would cook our dinner and bring it over to her house. Boyfriend usually sits with me in the kitchen while I cook, but this time he decided to stay in the couch and watch TV. And I started feeling really upset. Here I was cooking dinner in a hurry while he watches TV when I could have cooked while he ran his errands in the morning and I didn't yet have a cake to eat. The door rang, and I was so upset that the door was ringing while I was late cooking, but it was an order from a friend of mine, who had ordered some balloons for me. And I've always dreamed about having this giant balloons for my birthday, and I felt awful that I was so upset when people trying to make me feel good, and I lost it. I had a meltdown, which lead to the boyfriend having a meltdown, which turned into a couple hours of uncontrollable sobbing, and feeling miserable, and wishing the whole day to be over. Blah blah drama queen.

I felt like I was really birthdayzilla. This was really too much hassle over a single day, and completely avoidable if I can just keep my expectations down. So next year when zombie apocalypse is upon us ruining my birthday once again, all I will ask for is that I'm not eaten by a zombie on that day.

In the meantime I have my balloons to enjoy :laugh:
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LissaC said:
Another disaster birthday went by.

I honestly don't understand people who treat their birthday as "just another regular day", because I approach my birthday like I'm still a 5 year old child. I love celebrating my birthday! I love the attention, and singing happy birthday, and blowing candles, and cutting the cake, and eating the only cake I like which is sponge cake with egg candy, and dinner with my friends, and unwrapping gifts, etc, etc. Last year my birthday was on the 3rd day of lockdown and it sucked big time. Everything was closed and everyone was terrified of dying from the new plague so I sat home alone all day, had a big argument at work, didn't see anyone for the day, and only got birthday presents in June.

I had big expectations for this year's birthday, but once again, we are in lockdown again, everything is closed, and although people are a bit more relaxed with the restrictions there's no chance of me having a bday dinner. I spent the weeks before my birthday agonizing over the day. The day came and it was a rollercoaster so huge I don't think I'll ever care about celebrating my birthday again.

I had taken the day off and was planning on spending the day home watching movies and eating ice cream with boyfriend, but on Monday mom invited us for dinner on my bday. My eyes lit up at the realization that this year I will have a bday cake, and blow candles, and eat cake :laugh: Then boyfriend revealed he ordered me a cake. Which made me very happy, but he ordered me a cake I don't like so we'd still have to go out and buy a cake I like.

Birthday came, and first surprise of the day, poor grandma showed up at my door with my gift, and cake, a fried chicken she made me. But I didn't tell her I took the day off, and I was asleep, and woke 2 hours later to find her messages, and she was rightfully very upset that I didn't get the door :(
Later, boyfriend insisted I come with him to get the cake he ordered me and grab my gift that was in his house. I really wanted to stay home but he insisted I join him so I thought "hmmm maybe he has a surprise for me" and off we went, but no, he just wanted to have company. So we went to get his cake, but that supermarket didn't have the cake I like, so we went to his house to get my gifts, then to another supermarket but the queue outside was too large and I was starving so we went home. I looked at my clock, it was 1:36PM and we were out on his car running errands, and had not had lunch yet (I usually lunch at 12PM), and we did not have my cake, and I started feeling stressed out. So we went home to a late lunch (I hate lunching late!), and we were supposed to go out and get my cake but really all I wanted was sit in front of the couch watching a movie and eating ice cream which is what I had envisioned for my birthday. So we did. When the movie was over, I had to ran to the kitchen because I had agreed with mom I would cook our dinner and bring it over to her house. Boyfriend usually sits with me in the kitchen while I cook, but this time he decided to stay in the couch and watch TV. And I started feeling really upset. Here I was cooking dinner in a hurry while he watches TV when I could have cooked while he ran his errands in the morning and I didn't yet have a cake to eat. The door rang, and I was so upset that the door was ringing while I was late cooking, but it was an order from a friend of mine, who had ordered some balloons for me. And I've always dreamed about having this giant balloons for my birthday, and I felt awful that I was so upset when people trying to make me feel good, and I lost it. I had a meltdown, which lead to the boyfriend having a meltdown, which turned into a couple hours of uncontrollable sobbing, and feeling miserable, and wishing the whole day to be over. Blah blah drama queen.

I felt like I was really birthdayzilla. This was really too much hassle over a single day, and completely avoidable if I can just keep my expectations down. So next year when zombie apocalypse is upon us ruining my birthday once again, all I will ask for is that I'm not eaten by a zombie on that day.

In the meantime I have my balloons to enjoy :laugh:
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Well, I wanted to give you a sad face for the bad time and a happy face for your beautiful photo, and since I'm a positive person...happy face won out. :)

Yeah, I think it's a good idea to lower your expectations, though being eaten by a zombie on my birthday has a certain charm to it...maybe just dying on one's birthday in general sounds like a nice endcap - "He was exactly 58 years old when he died."

What can I say...I like symmetry sometimes. :laugh:

As to birthdays in general, I'm exactly the opposite. I was raised in a fundamentalist evangelical family and our church did not celebrate birthdays (or anniversaries, or most holidays, or allow any fun whatsoever :laugh:), so I've never had any expectation of a birthday celebration, and frankly, the social (in-person) introvert that I am, a gathering of people where I'm the center of attention...if Hell is real, that's what's waiting for me there, because that sounds excruciating to me.

My wife is more like you (meaning, more like a normal person), so she likes a little fuss made over her birthday, but usually, it's just me making the fuss, because my family isn't going to do anything like that and her family all live too far away.

For her, if it's a weekday, I make whatever she requests for her supper, and I get a (very expensive) cake from the German bakers in the city, and that's it. Then, the following weekend is a weekend doing whatever she wants. We might go out to a fancy restaurant on the Saturday night, or go to the fancy cinema with recliner seats and full seat-side food and drink service, or drive two hours to get doughnuts from her favorite doughnut place.

We're to the point where we don't really exchange gifts any more, because we always just buy what we want when we see it, so it's just more about the experience.

If her birthday falls on the weekend, then it's just the weekend stuff, so she prefers having a weekday birthday.

My birthday...nothing. :laugh:
 
LissaC said:
Another disaster birthday went by.

I honestly don't understand people who treat their birthday as "just another regular day", because I approach my birthday like I'm still a 5 year old child. I love celebrating my birthday! I love the attention, and singing happy birthday, and blowing candles, and cutting the cake, and eating the only cake I like which is sponge cake with egg candy, and dinner with my friends, and unwrapping gifts, etc, etc. Last year my birthday was on the 3rd day of lockdown and it sucked big time. Everything was closed and everyone was terrified of dying from the new plague so I sat home alone all day, had a big argument at work, didn't see anyone for the day, and only got birthday presents in June.

I had big expectations for this year's birthday, but once again, we are in lockdown again, everything is closed, and although people are a bit more relaxed with the restrictions there's no chance of me having a bday dinner. I spent the weeks before my birthday agonizing over the day. The day came and it was a rollercoaster so huge I don't think I'll ever care about celebrating my birthday again.

I had taken the day off and was planning on spending the day home watching movies and eating ice cream with boyfriend, but on Monday mom invited us for dinner on my bday. My eyes lit up at the realization that this year I will have a bday cake, and blow candles, and eat cake :laugh: Then boyfriend revealed he ordered me a cake. Which made me very happy, but he ordered me a cake I don't like so we'd still have to go out and buy a cake I like.

Birthday came, and first surprise of the day, poor grandma showed up at my door with my gift, and cake, a fried chicken she made me. But I didn't tell her I took the day off, and I was asleep, and woke 2 hours later to find her messages, and she was rightfully very upset that I didn't get the door :(
Later, boyfriend insisted I come with him to get the cake he ordered me and grab my gift that was in his house. I really wanted to stay home but he insisted I join him so I thought "hmmm maybe he has a surprise for me" and off we went, but no, he just wanted to have company. So we went to get his cake, but that supermarket didn't have the cake I like, so we went to his house to get my gifts, then to another supermarket but the queue outside was too large and I was starving so we went home. I looked at my clock, it was 1:36PM and we were out on his car running errands, and had not had lunch yet (I usually lunch at 12PM), and we did not have my cake, and I started feeling stressed out. So we went home to a late lunch (I hate lunching late!), and we were supposed to go out and get my cake but really all I wanted was sit in front of the couch watching a movie and eating ice cream which is what I had envisioned for my birthday. So we did. When the movie was over, I had to ran to the kitchen because I had agreed with mom I would cook our dinner and bring it over to her house. Boyfriend usually sits with me in the kitchen while I cook, but this time he decided to stay in the couch and watch TV. And I started feeling really upset. Here I was cooking dinner in a hurry while he watches TV when I could have cooked while he ran his errands in the morning and I didn't yet have a cake to eat. The door rang, and I was so upset that the door was ringing while I was late cooking, but it was an order from a friend of mine, who had ordered some balloons for me. And I've always dreamed about having this giant balloons for my birthday, and I felt awful that I was so upset when people trying to make me feel good, and I lost it. I had a meltdown, which lead to the boyfriend having a meltdown, which turned into a couple hours of uncontrollable sobbing, and feeling miserable, and wishing the whole day to be over. Blah blah drama queen.

I felt like I was really birthdayzilla. This was really too much hassle over a single day, and completely avoidable if I can just keep my expectations down. So next year when zombie apocalypse is upon us ruining my birthday once again, all I will ask for is that I'm not eaten by a zombie on that day.

In the meantime I have my balloons to enjoy :laugh:
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Firstly, Happy Birthday 🎈
I hope it’s appropriate even if belated wishes.

Secondly, your friend had such a sweet thought for you, how lovely. And you look so happy and smiling, so he (she) got the goal.

Your boyfriend has been so sweet too (oh yes, I know you know 😊) and your grandma too.

I am just like you for my birthday. I still approach it as I am a 5 yo, wanna celebrate, have dinner, party, all my loved ones with me or just watching a movie on the sofa, eating junk food and things like this. However I haven’t always had the kind of b-day I wished to have. People sometimes forget or don’t understand or think on their own saying “ha! This is ok for her because is ok for me”. I am 47 yo and I still haven’t got why this happens :laugh:.
It’s a bit like on Xmas. You said what you like, you got everything else! (Not always, but it happens).
 
LissaC said:
Another disaster birthday went by.

I honestly don't understand people who treat their birthday as "just another regular day", because I approach my birthday like I'm still a 5 year old child. I love celebrating my birthday! I love the attention, and singing happy birthday, and blowing candles, and cutting the cake, and eating the only cake I like which is sponge cake with egg candy, and dinner with my friends, and unwrapping gifts, etc, etc. Last year my birthday was on the 3rd day of lockdown and it sucked big time. Everything was closed and everyone was terrified of dying from the new plague so I sat home alone all day, had a big argument at work, didn't see anyone for the day, and only got birthday presents in June.

I had big expectations for this year's birthday, but once again, we are in lockdown again, everything is closed, and although people are a bit more relaxed with the restrictions there's no chance of me having a bday dinner. I spent the weeks before my birthday agonizing over the day. The day came and it was a rollercoaster so huge I don't think I'll ever care about celebrating my birthday again.

I had taken the day off and was planning on spending the day home watching movies and eating ice cream with boyfriend, but on Monday mom invited us for dinner on my bday. My eyes lit up at the realization that this year I will have a bday cake, and blow candles, and eat cake :laugh: Then boyfriend revealed he ordered me a cake. Which made me very happy, but he ordered me a cake I don't like so we'd still have to go out and buy a cake I like.

Birthday came, and first surprise of the day, poor grandma showed up at my door with my gift, and cake, a fried chicken she made me. But I didn't tell her I took the day off, and I was asleep, and woke 2 hours later to find her messages, and she was rightfully very upset that I didn't get the door :(
Later, boyfriend insisted I come with him to get the cake he ordered me and grab my gift that was in his house. I really wanted to stay home but he insisted I join him so I thought "hmmm maybe he has a surprise for me" and off we went, but no, he just wanted to have company. So we went to get his cake, but that supermarket didn't have the cake I like, so we went to his house to get my gifts, then to another supermarket but the queue outside was too large and I was starving so we went home. I looked at my clock, it was 1:36PM and we were out on his car running errands, and had not had lunch yet (I usually lunch at 12PM), and we did not have my cake, and I started feeling stressed out. So we went home to a late lunch (I hate lunching late!), and we were supposed to go out and get my cake but really all I wanted was sit in front of the couch watching a movie and eating ice cream which is what I had envisioned for my birthday. So we did. When the movie was over, I had to ran to the kitchen because I had agreed with mom I would cook our dinner and bring it over to her house. Boyfriend usually sits with me in the kitchen while I cook, but this time he decided to stay in the couch and watch TV. And I started feeling really upset. Here I was cooking dinner in a hurry while he watches TV when I could have cooked while he ran his errands in the morning and I didn't yet have a cake to eat. The door rang, and I was so upset that the door was ringing while I was late cooking, but it was an order from a friend of mine, who had ordered some balloons for me. And I've always dreamed about having this giant balloons for my birthday, and I felt awful that I was so upset when people trying to make me feel good, and I lost it. I had a meltdown, which lead to the boyfriend having a meltdown, which turned into a couple hours of uncontrollable sobbing, and feeling miserable, and wishing the whole day to be over. Blah blah drama queen.

I felt like I was really birthdayzilla. This was really too much hassle over a single day, and completely avoidable if I can just keep my expectations down. So next year when zombie apocalypse is upon us ruining my birthday once again, all I will ask for is that I'm not eaten by a zombie on that day.

In the meantime I have my balloons to enjoy :laugh:
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Happy Birthday! I didn't see a post about it. Sorry if I missed it.

P.S. You get more beautiful each time I see your photo.
 
Sorry for not being around much. I'm having issues still with the broken right tibia. The stress fracture is a nasty one and whilst incomplete is not healing.
This last week I had MRI of both the right ankle and the right knee and despite being told of the fracture, there was no mention on it on the MRI report so even my physio thought I'd get the all clear from my consultant to allow me to start walking again. I didn't get it.

Instead whilst the torn tendons are just torn, and the ruptured ligaments are actually only partially torn which is (the only) good news (and bad), my right tibia isn't healing so I've been ordered to stay off it for another 4 weeks, totally non-weightbearing.
So I've another 4 weeks in the wheelchair, confined to the limits of 3 rooms unable to get outside and currently planning a video conference with my husband to walk him around the veg plot and the garden to poke and prod and maybe pick some things that need picking so that I can identify what is what for him because he hasn't maintained the veg plot at all and it has rather overgrown. He's discovered a large Queensland blue squash growing in the rose bed. It escaped the pumpkin area and set off up and over one of my huge roses, then continued... in amongst all its leaves is a bluish squash (similar to a crown prince) about 15-18 inches in diameter!

Then in 4 weeks time, xrays of my right knee and left foot (which is also broken) will be repeated. Then i ring my consultant's secretary for her to add me to his list of patients to review and contact whilst he's on holiday. Until I get the all clear I can't use it at all. So we're looking at 5 weeks in reality minimum.

If it isn't healing then, I guess he'll have to operate if it can be operated on so closely to the head of the bone. But I've no idea. I certainly wasn't expecting to be told to stay immobile for another 4 weeks. Quite the opposite in fact. So I'm not really dealing with it very well.

And so I'm not participating much here because the only way I am coping and that includes not being able to even make a drink because the counters are all to high etc, is for me to stay away completely. It's my coping strategy. not the best one, but one that works for me. I can't cook and I'm not safe in the kitchen either so I can't cope participating here much. I hope you understand. I just withdraw from what I love doing because I can't do it.

And even if I get the all clear in 4-5 weeks time, I won't be able to immediately walk or be up and 'running' again. My physio has made that clear. I guess he's trying to manage my expectations. I'll need a lot of physio to get me back on my feet again after 4 months (and more if you go back to the original knee injury back at the start of November).

I'm afraid I need to bury my head in the sand still and pretend the world doesn't exist.

The only other change has been the purchase of a carefully researched air fryer because I needed to stop hubby using so much oil in his cooking. Whilst I've actually not put weight on, I've had a massive shift from muscle to fat and it shows. Another reason I'm not coping very well.
 
SatNavSaysStraightOn said:
Sorry for not being around much. I'm having issues still with the broken right tibia. The stress fracture is a nasty one and whilst incomplete is not healing.
This last week I had MRI of both the right ankle and the right knee and despite being told of the fracture, there was no mention on it on the MRI report so even my physio thought I'd get the all clear from my consultant to allow me to start walking again. I didn't get it.

Instead whilst the torn tendons are just torn, and the ruptured ligaments are actually only partially torn which is (the only) good news (and bad), my right tibia isn't healing so I've been ordered to stay off it for another 4 weeks, totally non-weightbearing.
So I've another 4 weeks in the wheelchair, confined to the limits of 3 rooms unable to get outside and currently planning a video conference with my husband to walk him around the veg plot and the garden to poke and prod and maybe pick some things that need picking so that I can identify what is what for him because he hasn't maintained the veg plot at all and it has rather overgrown. He's discovered a large Queensland blue squash growing in the rose bed. It escaped the pumpkin area and set off up and over one of my huge roses, then continued... in amongst all its leaves is a bluish squash (similar to a crown prince) about 15-18 inches in diameter!

Then in 4 weeks time, xrays of my right knee and left foot (which is also broken) will be repeated. Then i ring my consultant's secretary for her to add me to his list of patients to review and contact whilst he's on holiday. Until I get the all clear I can't use it at all. So we're looking at 5 weeks in reality minimum.

If it isn't healing then, I guess he'll have to operate if it can be operated on so closely to the head of the bone. But I've no idea. I certainly wasn't expecting to be told to stay immobile for another 4 weeks. Quite the opposite in fact. So I'm not really dealing with it very well.

And so I'm not participating much here because the only way I am coping and that includes not being able to even make a drink because the counters are all to high etc, is for me to stay away completely. It's my coping strategy. not the best one, but one that works for me. I can't cook and I'm not safe in the kitchen either so I can't cope participating here much. I hope you understand. I just withdraw from what I love doing because I can't do it.

And even if I get the all clear in 4-5 weeks time, I won't be able to immediately walk or be up and 'running' again. My physio has made that clear. I guess he's trying to manage my expectations. I'll need a lot of physio to get me back on my feet again after 4 months (and more if you go back to the original knee injury back at the start of November).

I'm afraid I need to bury my head in the sand still and pretend the world doesn't exist.

The only other change has been the purchase of a carefully researched air fryer because I needed to stop hubby using so much oil in his cooking. Whilst I've actually not put weight on, I've had a massive shift from muscle to fat and it shows. Another reason I'm not coping very well.
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Take care of you. We'll be here when you get back. Hugs. :hug:
 
Sorry I missed your birthday as well. Our daughter always gets us something, my last birthday and about the previous 10 were $50 put into my tab account. For gambling etc. she knows I like a punt. Wife and son got me nothing so I wasn't disappointed,lol.
I'm a Pisces btw.

Russ
 
SatNavSaysStraightOn said:
Sorry for not being around much. I'm having issues still with the broken right tibia. The stress fracture is a nasty one and whilst incomplete is not healing.
This last week I had MRI of both the right ankle and the right knee and despite being told of the fracture, there was no mention on it on the MRI report so even my physio thought I'd get the all clear from my consultant to allow me to start walking again. I didn't get it.

Instead whilst the torn tendons are just torn, and the ruptured ligaments are actually only partially torn which is (the only) good news (and bad), my right tibia isn't healing so I've been ordered to stay off it for another 4 weeks, totally non-weightbearing.
So I've another 4 weeks in the wheelchair, confined to the limits of 3 rooms unable to get outside and currently planning a video conference with my husband to walk him around the veg plot and the garden to poke and prod and maybe pick some things that need picking so that I can identify what is what for him because he hasn't maintained the veg plot at all and it has rather overgrown. He's discovered a large Queensland blue squash growing in the rose bed. It escaped the pumpkin area and set off up and over one of my huge roses, then continued... in amongst all its leaves is a bluish squash (similar to a crown prince) about 15-18 inches in diameter!

Then in 4 weeks time, xrays of my right knee and left foot (which is also broken) will be repeated. Then i ring my consultant's secretary for her to add me to his list of patients to review and contact whilst he's on holiday. Until I get the all clear I can't use it at all. So we're looking at 5 weeks in reality minimum.

If it isn't healing then, I guess he'll have to operate if it can be operated on so closely to the head of the bone. But I've no idea. I certainly wasn't expecting to be told to stay immobile for another 4 weeks. Quite the opposite in fact. So I'm not really dealing with it very well.

And so I'm not participating much here because the only way I am coping and that includes not being able to even make a drink because the counters are all to high etc, is for me to stay away completely. It's my coping strategy. not the best one, but one that works for me. I can't cook and I'm not safe in the kitchen either so I can't cope participating here much. I hope you understand. I just withdraw from what I love doing because I can't do it.

And even if I get the all clear in 4-5 weeks time, I won't be able to immediately walk or be up and 'running' again. My physio has made that clear. I guess he's trying to manage my expectations. I'll need a lot of physio to get me back on my feet again after 4 months (and more if you go back to the original knee injury back at the start of November).

I'm afraid I need to bury my head in the sand still and pretend the world doesn't exist.

The only other change has been the purchase of a carefully researched air fryer because I needed to stop hubby using so much oil in his cooking. Whilst I've actually not put weight on, I've had a massive shift from muscle to fat and it shows. Another reason I'm not coping very well.
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My best wishes. Spring is coming, summer is coming, I hope it gets better with each new day.🍀🍀🍀🌼🌼🌼
 
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