I have discovered that I am unable to raise my lower right leg, and it's not because of pain. I feel as if I have no control of whatever the mechanics are that are involved in the simple movement. I have to lift my leg manually in order to lie down in bed, for instance.
I don't know if it's all because of the wee a.m. fall I had this past Saturday, or if I aggravated everything when I had the fall last night that I vaguely recall after getting drunk on red wine.
I suspect the impactful Saturday fall is to blame, and that yesterday my knee was just too sore for me to attempt any raising of the leg, so as yet the inability to do so was still undiscovered.
The swelling is massive, though, even if it doesn't actually hurt (unless I do something I should not be doing).
I felt that I slept quite well overnight, and I was downstairs by or soon after 9 a.m., I think. My wife and Ui emerged from the bedroom around 9:40 a.m. Guest Ui gave me a big hug and left while my wife went to the bathroom to shower and otherwise ready for her long workday.
And just after 10 a.m. she, too, drove off on her fairly long drive. My brother came from his bedroom right after she had gone.
My afternoon nap truly surprised me for by then I was feeling considerable anxiety about the possibility of having permanent knee damage if it requires surgery, and I am waiting too long to be seen again. I napped for possibly 3½ hours or even more.
It is approaching midevening right now and I want to have a bath, so I am going to call it quits on the blogging. My brother remained home today, oddly enough. I have already had to decline his offer for me to put our Android TV Box to work so we could watch a few of our shows ─ my bath is a priority.
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