Dunno how, but for reasons unknown WordPress just let me back into Funny about Money.
Yeah. Here we are, coming onto midnight. The crazy-making Ailment is kicking up, making every tap on the keyboard HURT. And now the goddamn system goes down.
Yeah. Now I can’t get back into my li’l website.
Wander off. Go over to Dropbox. Mess with Google News. Dodge another gunshot. Wonder where the cops are (they usually show up when the bullets start to fly).
Put the dishes in the washer and turn on the machine. Come back to bed. Lift the dog onto the bed. Climb under the covers. Hear the cop copter returning…hmmmm…he’s a ways to the north.
That means the pistol-waving clowns are probably on Main Drag North.
Charming.
Oh well: at least they’re not in the back yard.
Rub CBD cream into the buzzing hands. Console self with reflection that the pain and tingling actually have backed off considerably.
Seriously: just now only the soles of the feet and the palms of the hands are buzzing like an electric current was flowing through them. Earlier, that buzz extended up the forearms to the elbow, up the lower legs to the knees, over the lips, and through the upper gums.
Palms and soles, I can live with.
Let the dog out. Wait till she does Her Thing and then call her back in — in addition to the melody of gunshots ringing out, it’s also the Coyote Hour. Those li’l pups jump over your backyard wall and will go after your dog if you’re stupid enough to let your dog out.
What. A. Place.
Dog gets on the bed.
Stick the new dirty dishes in the washer. Turn it on. Come back to bed. Rub CBD cream into the tingling hands.
Interestingly — oddly — the buzz of peripheral neuropathy has backed off a little. Not gone, by any means…but just now it’s significantly milder. BUT…whatever ails me is causing my fingernails to lift off their beds. That hurts, but not as much as one would expect.
Just what I need: to have my fingernails fall off!
😀
Ain’t life in Olde Age grand?