
Walking home from the supermarket… 💙
21 Wednesday Aug 2024
Posted in casa azahar, home, sevilla
20 Tuesday Aug 2024
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A shout out to my flatmate and longtime friend Peter. Because I honestly don’t know how I’d be getting along without his help right now. Especially since the KNEE happened… he’s been hanging my laundry up on the roof for me because not only would walking up to the roof be challenging, doing it with a basket full of wet laundry would actually be impossible. He also takes the rubbish down to the bins (a five minute walk that would now take me 15). He changes the cat sand, does a lot of the household chores (while I do all the cooking and household management, making sure rent and bills are paid, etc, dealing with repairs, landlord issues, etc).
He is also my sous chef… all those great meals you see me posting on my azahar instagram? He’s peeled all the onions, garlic, potatoes… AND he does the washing up! Anyhow, just to say that we may drive each other crazy at times, but it turns out that after 20 years we’ve found a way of sharing a space and our lives, and that’s it’s actually nice. Thanks Peter!
16 Friday Aug 2024
Posted in health, health & happiness, knee saga, knees, sevilla, sevilla staycation

Seriously, I cannot walk anymore. I’ve been doing my best to get out and about each day, but this past week I just can’t. It just fucking hurts too much. Even with the cane, even if I walk slowly. The extreme shooting pain in my (front lower left) right knee makes even a short walk around the block an exercise in constant agony. And so I wonder if I should be even trying to walk on that leg if it hurts THAT bad. Because the pain ends up extending down the entire lower leg. The left knee is no picnic either, but compared to this… there’s no comparison.
I can still shuffle around the apartment, more or less. But each time I have to get up to go to the kitchen, the bathroom, whatever, I have to steel myself for the inevitable shooting pain. Even so, I’m still doing my daily chair workouts (yay! thank god for them!). But my next MRI is a whole month away (September 16th) and I honestly don’t know what to do between now and then.
Not only has this put a serious damper on my Staycation (it’s actually pretty depressing and has left me feeling all scatter-brained, unable to concentrate) I’m worried about next month. I have some tours booked in those first couple of weeks, but… a four hour walking tour? Srsly?? I mean, I know we’re not walking the whole time, but that’s an easy 8,000 steps. I could probably still do the wine tastings as it would mean ONLY hobbling down to Morales and back again. But the tours? How? Going to the supermarket almost has me in tears.
I’ve been icing the area, using different anti-inflammatory creams, keeping up with the chair exercises, but every day it’s getting worse. What I need is a proper diagnosis and then a plan of action… treatment? physio? surgery? I just need to know something. Not knowing what is happening is really dragging me down. Anyhow, just venting today because being stuck inside and the constant pain is really getting to me. xx
PS
for those asking… I can’t take anti-inflammatory meds like Ibuprofen due to my BP, and I won’t live on a steady diet of pain killers. I just won’t.
15 Thursday Aug 2024
13 Tuesday Aug 2024
Posted in food & drink, sevilla, spain, tapas bars
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Here’s Peter with a pumpkin that weighs more than he does. We stopped in for a snack at Doña Emilia yesterday, which is the riverside restaurant/tapas bar of the Manolo Mayo family. This 100 kilo specimen was apparently their runner-up in the largest veg-fruit competition held annually in Los Palacios (where the Mayo family is from and where they have their original restaurant and their own vegetable garden). So the even bigger pumpkin and giant watermelons (also winners) stayed in Los Palacios.
