I read the title of my last post and laughed. The end of January and the beginning of February were more of the same. My Dad caught COVID and then turned to me saying his legs were very swollen. Congestive heart failure.
I have spent a lot of time at my Dad's. He is actually doing well. I took him to the doctor as soon as he mentioned his legs were swollen. It was one of the symptoms my Mom had that all was not right. I do not take that symptom lightly. He was still coughing last week and tired but the swelling had gone way down. The diuretic they put him on is also helping to break up the crud in his chest from COVID. Hopefully, his heart will heal some. I truly think COVID may have triggered the congestive heart failure.
I have been treating my eye. During all the health concerns with my Dad, I saw my opthomaligist again. I am now seeing a cornea specialist. My eye was healing and now it is not. It got worse. They do not know if it is an allergic reaction, a bacterial infection, viral infection, or fungal. Right now, I am being weaned of the sterioid drops before I see the cornea specialist again.
During all of this, I was reading a book about New Orleans. I texted my Beloved and said I wanted to go visit again. He said when? And that was how hard it was to make it happen. My soul needed the visit.
We stayed at the French Market Inn on Decatur. Other then pricey parking, it was a really great location for all we wished to do. We ate at the Gumbo Shop in the Quarter both nights because they were just that good. Plus they had gluten free and vegan options. We drove Uptown and at breakfast at Surrey's. Another great experience. Then we walked the neighborhoods. Fifteen miles later.
I took pictures of houses because we are remodeling. We are expanding the shop and remodeling the house. The house needs tender loving care after all these years. There are colors on houses in New Olreans. We walked past House Floats. Something that has happened in the city since COVID. We eventually ended up back in the Quarter.
We walked and shopped a little bit in the Quarter. Found some photography in the French Market we loved. I splurged on myself and bought handcrafted hats from Fluer De Paris. Since I am supposed to wear a hat every time I go outside, it was a practical indulgence even though it was very much an indulge. I tried a dress on and, if I have a formal event to go to, I will either go shopping again there or make myself something similar.
It was a lovely time. No worries about my Dad. No children included. We will go back soon with the boys. We have a couple places we wish to go back too. We will go camping first though. That is if my life does not go sidewise again. Then I will need another long walking day in the Crescent City.