Home nursing

Out of the thousands of books I have in my mother’s and my combined library, my eyes rested on “Beeton’s Book of Household Management.” I pulled it off the shelf and settled in with a hot cup of peppermint tea.  I glanced through this facsimile of Mrs. Isabella Beeton’s 1861 tome, which outlines observations on all things from the history of fishes to making soups, jellies and puddings, to the management of the housekeeper and domestic servants. I was particularly interested in her chapter on Invalid Cookery, and although  it didn’t shed much light on the subject – at least not much that I could use – there was a passage that I was compelled to duplicate here:

“(2416) All women are likely, at some period of their lives, to be called on to perform the duties of a sick-nurse, and should prepare themselves as much as possible, by observation and reading, for the occasion when they may be required to perform the office. The main requirements are good temper, compassion for suffering, sympathy with sufferers, which most women worthy of the name possess, neat-handedness, quiet manners, love of order, and cleanliness. With these qualifications there will be very little to be wished for; the desire to relieve suffering will inspire a thousand little attentions, and surmount the disgusts which some of the offices attending the sick-room are apt to create. Where serious illness visits a household, and protracted nursing is likely to become a necessary, a professional nurse will probably be engaged, who has been trained to its duties; but in some families, and those not a few let us hope, the ladies of the family would oppose such an arrangement as a failure of duty on their part. There is, besides, even when a professional nurse is ultimately called in, a period of doubt and hesitation, while disease has not yet developed itself, when the patient must be attended to; …”

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Coffee and tea may cause arthritic-like pain.

Back in October 2012, I hurt my left knee prying myself out of the bucket seat of my car just once too often. I should have moved the seat back rather than twist my leg to get out, but as they say, that’s Monday morning quarterback.

As the days and weeks and months went by, the pain grew worse despite visits to the chiropractor and daily doses of Advil, which I hated taking. I got some relief from the Velvet Antler supplement my friend recommended, but the stiffness persisted to the point where I resolved I’d just have to live with it.

I have a hard time going down stairs, can’t kneel under any circumstance, and am unable to walk for more than a half-mile without suffering for it later. 

That is until now. Today. Three and a half years later. What has changed? I find this hard to believe, but I’ll tell you, and I promise, every word is true.

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