The first test of the day is getting out of bed. It is not easy as the body does not always react in the same way every morning. I spend the first quarter of an hour thinking about it. It is not something that should be done without taking into considertion the various things that could happen. If you make a movement too quickly, it could be that you fall out of the bed. This has happened in the past, not very often. As the distance between bed and floor is not so far, I usually survive, the main problem being getting onto my feet again. I now have physio therapy once a week, and have been shown how to crawl to a comfortable position and hoist myself up by gripping the edge of the bed. My next test is walking to the window and opening the curtains. This is quite easy as I have various objects to grip onto on the way,
Yesterday I had another therapy lesson and asked if she had a remedy for picking articles up from the floor that I would drop: mainly from food and cooking preparations. She gave me the bad news that there is no magic way of doing this, so it seems we are all in the same boat with this problem.Those that are still able to bend their knees and straighten them afterwards are in an advantage, those like myself with knees that have forgotten how it works, just take a deep breath and bend, hoping that you can straighten up again.
Life is full of tests. As soon as you arrive at the supermarket, you are confronted with the choices to be made and the various samples to be tried. This morning I had to fight my way through a tray of seedless grapes, a pile of cake samples and cheese cubes, until I reached the counter where I wanted to buy food.These are the positive tests I find.
I then had to pass the test for choosing the Sunday meat. Mr. Swiss and I had decided it would be something we call “Siedfleisch” in our country, which more or less means meat that you boil, in this case a piece of beef. I think it would be near to the French “pot au feu” cooked with vegetables such as carrots, celery, leek and cabbage cooked in a good bouillon for a few hours. I wanted to buy it over the counter in the butchers department, but they only had the expensive farmer’s market meat availble. I do not think it bothered the cow one way or the other whether it was special farmer’s market meat or not, so I decided for the normal produce on the supermarket shelf. The problem was now that I did not get my free bones with marrow to cook with the meat as you do over the counter. I afterwards returned to the counter for a three bones. She told me that one bone would be free, but if I want three, I would have to pay for the other two. Generally if you buy the meat over the counter the bones are free. The saleslady did not pass my test, and neither did I. We decided an investment of 1.25 Swiss Francs was worth the three bones I had to buy.
After completing the examintions at the supermarket we left and were glad to be on the way home. Talking about this meat buying test, I just realised I had fogotten the cabbage to cook with the meat. Mr. Swiss has told me he will buy it tomorrow, so another test passed.
As I said, life is one big test. Will I pass or not? I could not really care less, my days of tests are now gone. The only test I have to withstand in my daily routine is knocking out a daily prompt.
Daily Prompt: Daily Tests