It's been raining for three days. Just a slow cold constant rain. I'm surprised we aren't flooding more but I guess it's coming down slow enough for the ground to soak it in. I'm anticipating a lot of blooming flora in the next month or so.
I hate it when it rains this much. What used to be something I would hear from "older people" that, back in my earlier days, seemed implausable has been a three day ordeal: the wet cold weather makes my bones ache. Espeically my knees. Whenever I have to walk up or down the stairs to my apartment, I hear the lound stretching and crunching. Even when I use the eliptical machines, I still had to go up the stairs one at a time.
Indocin helps the discomfort. It's an NSAID so there are all the usual warningsa about taking it. But I have another problem with it. Because it works Really Really REALLY good at releiving my joint ache, but... it makes me completely confused and incoherent.
The last time I took a dose of Indocin before sleep, when I awoke, my room mate walked up to me and asked, "You have any idea what happened here earlier today?"
I would look around, and find open boxes of cereal, bags of chips, and several left-over remnants.
According to my room mate, I woke up in the middle of the day and decided I wanted to eat cookies. We have those really easy ones where you just break them off into squares.
My room mate leaves me in the kitchen, but returs a few minutes later. I'm looking at the cookies, and they are not cooking. Roommie calmly reminds me that the oven is not on.
So after that was fixed, I felt that I had to give him a guift.
What sort of gift are you thinking about?
I could give you some of my cookies!
Alas, I had made only three cookies.
Three cookies are hardly enough. Come on.
Posted by: Maria | January 20, 2007 at 09:45 PM