Note to self: replenish sock supply.
Today’s weather is a carbon copy of Tuesday’s, except it’s a bit colder (low 50s versus low 60s). I’m pretty sure I have some dry brown socks tucked away. (I used the black pair on Tuesday.) I’m not nearly as wet though, which is a good thing.
I woke in the night (courtesy of pouring rain and a growling dog) in pain. Imagine the worst toothache you’ve ever had. Now, transfer that pain to a bone in your body. Yeah. That’s how my left hand (from fingers to elbow) feels today. It doesn’t get this way very often but when it does …OUCH! I had a very hard time going back to sleep and an even more difficult one getting up once I did.
As a kid, I broke that arm about six times (give or take) and once in two places. My doctor (who cared for me starting with the second break at age 7 until his retirement when I was 27) told me for years that he didn’t think I’d have much use of that side past age 30. Fooled him, huh?
I used anti-inflammatories for several years but they ate my stomach up so bad I had to stop taking them. All these years later, I’m wary of starting again. (Have you heard the commercials for some of this sh*t? They might as well just market it as “designed to kill you.” We have a family friend who is having health issues now courtesy of one of the drugs I took briefly. I’m glad I stopped.)
So, it’s just plain old ibuprofen this morning. That is bad enough for you, but I try not to take it very often. Hoping it will at least take the edge off.
I’m a lousy typist at best and with an almost non-functioning hand, it’s even worse. It’s taking longer to correct my mistakes than to write this. Wimp! I’ll quit whining for now.
Wishing you all safe and dry.