It was a somewhat hectic week. I haven't caught up with blogs or even looked at mine.
Monday the big crusher truck came down the street and picked up all the leftovers and crushed them. Congrats to us, the scavengers, for our recycling efforts and up the Council for calling us thieves and threatening to land us with big fines. Monday was also the day I ran out of arthritis pills, no problem I'll get them tomorrow on the way to see mother but I forgot. Big mistake.
Tuesday night the pain really ramped up, no problem I can hold out until Thursday when I go shopping. No you can't says the body and before you can yell militant protest, the joints did. Left hand was okay but right hand felt as if I'd gone 5 rounds with Mike Tyson. I worked out that if I taped it then I'd remember not to bend the knuckles and it wouldn't hurt as much and it didn't. I also couldn't hold a pen, use the keyboard, get lids off anything or get pills out of stupid packaging. I make a mental note to not have op for carpal tunnel which this pain isn't, it's arthritis pain but carpal tunnel op probably needs the hand being taped up.
Wednesday is horrible day, I don't get dressed not even to take the garbage bin out but sit and enjoy a book I've been promising myself to read after housework. Can't do housework when every thing is hurting, much better to rest and read. Until phone call from No. 1 granddaughter to inform me that she will be arriving on Thursday morning from Brisbane and is it okay to visit. Need she ask? And then I start with the house tidying, not housework which is beyond me but moving boxes etc to where I had mentally moved them when sitting and reading. Damn me but just look at that, the hall entrance is clear for the first time in two years, just don't look down the hallway. I can get to the desk to dust which doesn't happen. Lounge needs brooming before a vac, chairs cleared for people to sit down and if I don't move anything perhaps no-one will notice the dust. Hang up clothes, put away clean washing, dirty washing to the laundry and shut door. Dishes? What dishes, I see no dishes, shut door. The hand vac will get up the big pieces if I don't get time to get out the big guy. Wouldn't you know it, the hand vac is fritzed. Doesn't anything last these days? Hmm, 20 years of solid duty will take its toll so I use a brush and dustpan but straightening up brings a protest from the spine, knees and one foot. I decide that collapsing in a chair is good and gives the rest of the body time to have a protest as well.
Friday I shopped for pain pills and I took them in the middle of the pharmacy. I took anti spasm muscle pills in the middle of Safeway after I asked a stranger to crack the top of the water bottle.
Going home I ran into a herd of teenagers in full voice. 2pm and they were waiting to see Kim Kardashion at 4pm so I can't imagine what the noise would have been like then. It pissed me off mightily that she was making a personal appearance to flog her weight loss product to teenagers. I hope her make-up melted. By midnight the pain was gone, lovely little pills and I could untape my hand.
Saturday, mother again until her roomies came back and started fighting. I walked to the taxi rank in lovely sunshine and no pain. More visitors. BOH, little mother and great nephew. They'd been to see mother and called in on his mother and a flying visit to me. The little one was having a bit of wind so I threw him over my shoulder and began to rub his back and he went out like a light and was still asleep when they put him in the car seat. His parents were so astonished that he went to sleep they both took photos. As for me, I got to see the back of his head and one little hand he put around my neck. That's one good reason for having a well padded balcony.
Now it's Sunday and it's quiet, very quiet and it's the Equinox, early to bed for me.