Continuing Saga of Pain
Okay, so this morning on the bus, I had a narrow "shooting" sensation (almost like a gentle caress, I'd like to think), down the left side of my front thigh muscle...then BAM - an explosion of pain. Unusual for the pain to manifest on the left leg.
And the weather? On Monday, December 10th, chilly, nippy, cold, might have been appropriate. This morning? Wednesday, December 12th? Frigid, biting, bitter, mind-numbing, bone-chilling. Hooray for leggings, Land's End stadium coats and North Torrance Girls Softball League hoodies!
And Long Beach Transit's supposedly GPS-linked signs are a big rip-off (bus showed up on the opposite side of the street, going the opposite direction the sign computer-generated sign indicated), as is Cherry Tree Hill's supposed Orenburg yarn. I bought one hank, but it isn't a hank, really, and it isn't yarn, really, some of it appears to be spun, some of it still needs to be carded, some of it looks like hair from a short-haired black dog, and it's in pieces, not one long, continuous strand - bits and pieces, not useful for shawls or much of anything else. Cherry Tree Hill should be ashamed that its name is associated with such a product. I think I'll tell them!
Now for a complete non sequitur: "She stood at the front of the bus, next to the driver, backlit by the the Texas-ruby-red-grapefruit sunset visible through the windshield..."
And have to cancel emergency chiro appointment for today; at least the pain pills are working to kill the pain and are leaving the higher functions of my brain alone (so far, anyway). And I DID remember to put the new bottle in my bag this morning. Yikes!
that's all for now.
And the weather? On Monday, December 10th, chilly, nippy, cold, might have been appropriate. This morning? Wednesday, December 12th? Frigid, biting, bitter, mind-numbing, bone-chilling. Hooray for leggings, Land's End stadium coats and North Torrance Girls Softball League hoodies!
And Long Beach Transit's supposedly GPS-linked signs are a big rip-off (bus showed up on the opposite side of the street, going the opposite direction the sign computer-generated sign indicated), as is Cherry Tree Hill's supposed Orenburg yarn. I bought one hank, but it isn't a hank, really, and it isn't yarn, really, some of it appears to be spun, some of it still needs to be carded, some of it looks like hair from a short-haired black dog, and it's in pieces, not one long, continuous strand - bits and pieces, not useful for shawls or much of anything else. Cherry Tree Hill should be ashamed that its name is associated with such a product. I think I'll tell them!
Now for a complete non sequitur: "She stood at the front of the bus, next to the driver, backlit by the the Texas-ruby-red-grapefruit sunset visible through the windshield..."
And have to cancel emergency chiro appointment for today; at least the pain pills are working to kill the pain and are leaving the higher functions of my brain alone (so far, anyway). And I DID remember to put the new bottle in my bag this morning. Yikes!
that's all for now.
posted by Mary at 8:57 AM
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