The rest of the week was less bright: by Wednesday night, my left knee was aching and by Thursday, I had decided it was bursitis brought on by all the traipsing around London and Paris for two weeks. (ok, no wise cracks, dear readers).
The doctor confirmed it was an inflammation of the bursa and sent me home with instructions to rest my leg, ice my knee, and take a prescription anti-inflammatory each day. Oh, great.
Friday, I wrapped an ace bandage around my knee and went to Brooklyn to see an old friend, followed by an evening with Emma and her parents. I managed, although going down the subway stairs was a bit dicey.
I think the drugs are making me tired because I never left the house on Saturday and have been sleeping the weekend away and trying to remember to ice my knee. It is much better.
While the trees are past their sell-by date, my woods are still a bit colorful, even as they lose their leaves. If this were a painting, I would think it was trite.
I have been attempting to sort through the zillion photos my mother left behind -- but I have neither time nor patience. This will be a busy week. Monday, Nov 11 I am going to Cécile Trentini's opening at The Art Quilt Gallery in NY from 6-7:30 pm and am looking forward to it! If you're in the NY Metro area, drop in to see the exhibit. She has come all the way from Zurich for the opening.
Off to ice my knee again so I can walk in NY again tomorrow, and then again on Friday when I go in again for a belated birthday lunch. Never too late:-)).