37th Wedding Anniversary

Our plan to follow the NYT’s “36 Hours in Orlando” suggestion of places for drinks, then dinner in Winter Park was thwarted when Grant read the restaurant had been closed yesterday by the Health Department. Good to know that some of our government is still working, but yuck. I can’t vision ever going there, even after they pass an inspection. Patten says all restaurants are like that, one inspection away from closer. He should know, with all his waitperson experience, but not a comforting thought.

Onward. Coincidentally, Jag Cantina had just opened near home, so we celebrated there. My steak fajitas were enough for 2 people, which means I have a delicious dinner tomorrow. Grant ate all of his birria tacos, so he will get the last serving of gnocchi in the fridge. My charred pineapple Paloma and his 2-for1 happy hour margaritas were quite good. Too full for dessert. We will return.

But first, Grant went to the lymphedema clinic to find out about possible treatment for his swollen feet and legs. They have returned to pre-broken pelvis and twisted ankle days, but not great. Maybe something could be done. Physical therapist Ashwyn explained the option of coming in every day for a couple of weeks to have his legs gently massaged, then wrapped in tight badges. Nope. Next up was trying Velcro socks for nighttime and custom support hose for day wear. Might work. He was up for that.

Ashwyn measured, taking circumstances every few inches. There will be left and right socks. Fairly expensive, but Medicare will pick up 80% of the tab for 3 pairs every 6 months. Seems worth the money if  the swelling goes down. To be continued.

Grant has been suffering with a cold/bronchitis/something that makes his nose run and is giving him a really deep chest cough. It started after a couple of days into our California trip, so unlikely from grandkids or even fellow airplane travelers. By the time he was wheezing between coughs, it seemed too late to bother going to the doctor. A little over 2 weeks, and he is still coughing, but claims to be on the mend. Since Wednesday, my nose has run a little, and I have a slight cough, however, I’ve spoken to my immune system and told it to get going. I don’t have the time or energy to be sick.



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