I always have good intentions to fix a nice big healthy dinner, but to be honest many nights by the end of the day I just don't feel like it.
Last night I decided that salmon and a baked potato would make a perfect meal. I could just pop the potato in the oven and 15 minutes before it was done I could add the salmon.
It was all going as planned until I opened the oven door to add the salmon. What was wrong with the potato? Why was there a big split down the middle?
I leaned down to look in the oven and that is when I saw it. There was potato all over the inside of the oven. My wonderful potato had exploded and the mess was terrible. There was no way I could cook the salmon in that oven.
As chief cook and bottle washer I made an executive decision. The salmon could wait until the next night. It was going to be an oatmeal kind of night.
In all of the years I have been cooking I have never had that happen, and frankly I hope it never happens again.
Monday I went to see a knee surgeon. I was really worried that my knee had failed, because it was hurting more on Monday than it had since I had injured it. The doctor and her staff were really nice and the office was beautiful. I was able to use valet parking so there wasn't a lot of walking.
After x-rays the doctor said she thought it was a bad sprain, that the knee replacement was fine, there was no sign of any breaks, and there didn't appear to be any infection. It was soft tissue damage.
What a relief. I'm so glad I had it checked out, and I will start physical therapy on Thursday. I found an office just down the street, which is nice.
This is the second time I have done this in the last three years so I am going to have to acknowledge the fact that my knees are a weak part of my body and be much more careful when I am lifting.
My dad always said that aging is not for sissies. He was so right.