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Many years ago in the Before Times when my acupuncturist was situated near Dovercourt, I found a heating pad at the local has-bloody-everything pharmacy nearby. It's a microwavable thing with straps that gives off moist heat, and I use it every night, wrapped about my achy left elbow. But because it's flatter than most beanbag heaters I also want one to lie on. And of course I never got back to that end of the world again because, quarantine apart, it's so faaar. (One and a half subway stops but going west, and never mind that eight years ago I could walk that without thinking twice.)
However. Yesterday I determined to get out there again, hoping the store was still in existence because there's a Shopper's Drug a block and a half away, and SD is a local store killer. Good news is it's still there, bad news is they don't have that type of heater any more. Worse news is that Wednesday's physio didn't loosen me up as much as I'd hoped so it was limp limp limp there and back.
What I should have done is googled the thing because it does exist-- is in fact a back beanbag, hence the straps-- and purchasable from amazon.ca. I'd buy from the firm itself but they're in Georgia (state, not country) and use Fedex for delivery which can mean up to $50 in customs (a pittance) plus the ever-damnable 'handling fees' ie buyer pays through the nose for Fedex agent filling out a one page customs declaration.
Today the only massage time available was 11:15, which is when I wake up. Took it, short sleep or no, but oh dear. Today was one of those vicious September jobbies of warm and humid plus recurring allergies, meaning everything hurt everywhere and the massage barely made a dent in the owies. Did get to the library for a hold and to return Lincoln but otherwise can't summon the willpower even to wash dishes, let alone cook or exercise. This will continue for the next week, and pleased as I am not to need either heat or AC, there are drawbacks even to little summers. Maybe I should buy gin for the duration.
However. Yesterday I determined to get out there again, hoping the store was still in existence because there's a Shopper's Drug a block and a half away, and SD is a local store killer. Good news is it's still there, bad news is they don't have that type of heater any more. Worse news is that Wednesday's physio didn't loosen me up as much as I'd hoped so it was limp limp limp there and back.
What I should have done is googled the thing because it does exist-- is in fact a back beanbag, hence the straps-- and purchasable from amazon.ca. I'd buy from the firm itself but they're in Georgia (state, not country) and use Fedex for delivery which can mean up to $50 in customs (a pittance) plus the ever-damnable 'handling fees' ie buyer pays through the nose for Fedex agent filling out a one page customs declaration.
Today the only massage time available was 11:15, which is when I wake up. Took it, short sleep or no, but oh dear. Today was one of those vicious September jobbies of warm and humid plus recurring allergies, meaning everything hurt everywhere and the massage barely made a dent in the owies. Did get to the library for a hold and to return Lincoln but otherwise can't summon the willpower even to wash dishes, let alone cook or exercise. This will continue for the next week, and pleased as I am not to need either heat or AC, there are drawbacks even to little summers. Maybe I should buy gin for the duration.