My arthritis is killing me.
“So stop eating cookies dumb dumb!” Yeah. I know. I made the cookies, I didn’t get to eat one, alas. I just get to enjoy the fact they smell amazing and they look lovely. But uh’ maybe on a different day when I’m not re-applying Ben Gay. I haven’t had sugar in a bit and that’s okay, I have things to do, like spend a fun afternoon making cookies with my Son.
I also went to Long Beach today and walked around and Pokemon hunted! We did a tiny food crawl, but I just had plain coffee.
I went to the gym last week two days in a row, and I had a hike lined up but was very tired. My hands hurt and my toes have been so bad I wear five-finger-glove-socks … whatever those are called. They keep the individual toes nice and separate and warm and they’ve been really nice on the toes.
My back and right shoulder is a mess – and that’s the Ben Gay. My knees are shot. Everything hurts folks. I’m almost 50. There it goes.
