Let’s start off with the good news. My wife can still eat. She can still focus on the X-Factor. Her ankles seem to be working.
That’s pretty much where it ends. She doesn’t feel well. Coming down with something: head, shoulders, back, stomach… They all ache.
Of course, I am the very embodiment of the solicitous carer. I flutter back and forth with cups of tea, painkillers and those pillows you whack in the microwave and then wrap round your neck.
But there’s nothing I can do about her knee. [Read more...]