This morning I called my doctor’s office because the muscles in my leg were really acting up ---I had been putting it off, but it has me really worrying about being on that long flight to Bali, and how I’m going to deal with this as the leg pain happens mostly when I’m sitting for long periods --- like when driving a car or flying a plane, and even sometimes when I sew.
When I was in Pennsylvania, the doc’s office called ahead a prescription for “pain pills” for me. I picked them up at a local pharmacy, only to find that it was vicodin, and I can’t take that stuff. It makes me ill, so I’ve just been dealing with the pain since then.
I've been doing the stretches that Helen suggested when I met her in my class in Williamsburg. I hope she is proud of me!
So now comes the muscle relaxant ---they say this should help. I’ve been warned that it WILL make me drowsy. And the long list of side effects is a bit scary, as always – but at this point I’ll do anything to get those muscles in my right leg to let go!
It was for this reason that I mentioned that I was trying to get used to sewing with my left foot instead of my right when someone asked why sewing with their right foot is bad. Your right foot isn’t bad….MINE IS! :cD when I push on the foot pedal, or the accelerator of the car, it engages those muscles and whammo – shooting nerve pain.
One of the warnings say not to operate heavy machinery on this drug.
I suppose that should include power tools like sewing machines and rotary cutters!
In the mean time – I’m still stocking up my kindle for this trip!
Do you like time travel stories? I am such a huge fan of Diana Gabaldon, and I’ve been waiting for what seems like forever for the next volume in the Outlander Saga and I don’t know when that is expected to be released.
This one has kind of a similar flavor, so I thought I’d give it a shot:
Out of Time by Deborah Truscott is free tonight in the Amazon Kindle Store.
Genre: Fiction/Time Travel
Kathleen Findlay is married to a cad, her mother is driving her crazy and her life is falling apart. Then her uncle dies, leaving her the family’s Revolutionary-era home and, she believes, an escape from her chaotic marriage. But one afternoon, while searching for a rake, she discovers a man in her garden shed — and a free fall through the centuries.
As her life spins wildly out of control, Kathleen finds her heart and in the process, her own place in time.
Sounds good to me! And in my muscle-relaxant induced stupor, I downloaded it and will commence to reading! Be sure to check first before clicking that it still is for you.
Tomorrow is another day closer to Bali and my packing frenzy will start in earnest once we hit the weekend.
FIVE MORE SLEEPS!!