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Thursday, March 17th, 2022 09:24 pmWoke up this morning with the usual spasm in the left hip and the usual grinding in the right knee and did my standard forty minutes of stretch and foam roller and tennis balls to get the knots out and then my quads knotted up again so I limped down to the study and got the pharmacy on the second try and asked them to fax my doctor for a repeat of the muscle relaxants from last December. I had one left but reserved it for a really bad day like, well, yesterday's sleet and raw cold.
But after breakfast, because the sun was shining and the temps were in double digits, heading for 15C/ 60ish F, I took my rollator over to the café I haven't been at since October. And suddenly my back didn't hurt and my flexors didn't cramp and my elbows didn't twinge and I could walk upright most of the way there with the walker well out in front and me scarcely leaning on it at all. Which puts me back to where I was on good days in January before everything went haywire, but I'll take it, thank you very much.
I have no idea what caused this respite: whether cumulative massage or feet getting used to orthotics again or simply warm weather, but as all of these are ongoing, I'm feeling relatively chuffed. And oh it was nice to see David and Zoe again and to be able to sit inside the café with a latte and a croissant. Place was very busy because Warm, but most people were getting take out and the rest were sitting outside, and the constant coming and going through two doors kept the air circulating nicely.
Then because the recent above freezing temps and the March sun had melted the ice of January and yesterday's snow, and because I was so limber, I ventured into the back yard and checked the garage to see if my garage tenant or someone else had cleared out his stuff. His truck was gone, which it would be if he or his agent was at work, but the anonymous large stuff he has, wrapped up in tarps, was still there, as was a bicycle that I don't think is his. But anyway there was no rotting body inside, dead of a heart attack, as my more hysteric imaginings had suggested. My mother's reflex sense of disaster was passed on to all her children, worse luck.
So all in all a very good day. Only I passed up my twenty minutes on the bicycle machine, first time this month because hey, an hour's walk counts as exercise, doesn't it?
But after breakfast, because the sun was shining and the temps were in double digits, heading for 15C/ 60ish F, I took my rollator over to the café I haven't been at since October. And suddenly my back didn't hurt and my flexors didn't cramp and my elbows didn't twinge and I could walk upright most of the way there with the walker well out in front and me scarcely leaning on it at all. Which puts me back to where I was on good days in January before everything went haywire, but I'll take it, thank you very much.
I have no idea what caused this respite: whether cumulative massage or feet getting used to orthotics again or simply warm weather, but as all of these are ongoing, I'm feeling relatively chuffed. And oh it was nice to see David and Zoe again and to be able to sit inside the café with a latte and a croissant. Place was very busy because Warm, but most people were getting take out and the rest were sitting outside, and the constant coming and going through two doors kept the air circulating nicely.
Then because the recent above freezing temps and the March sun had melted the ice of January and yesterday's snow, and because I was so limber, I ventured into the back yard and checked the garage to see if my garage tenant or someone else had cleared out his stuff. His truck was gone, which it would be if he or his agent was at work, but the anonymous large stuff he has, wrapped up in tarps, was still there, as was a bicycle that I don't think is his. But anyway there was no rotting body inside, dead of a heart attack, as my more hysteric imaginings had suggested. My mother's reflex sense of disaster was passed on to all her children, worse luck.
So all in all a very good day. Only I passed up my twenty minutes on the bicycle machine, first time this month because hey, an hour's walk counts as exercise, doesn't it?
