figure out how to make the pain created by my bicycle fall go away, or who I should see in order to do so, things would be so much better. The pain is deep, like a pinched nerve, and strikes hard when it strikes.
Fooled By Marketing
I saw the small bucket of cereal called “Special K, Red Berries” and thought “Oh, I like raspberries so this should be good.”. I peeled off the lid, poured in some milk, and then read the fine print — “Crunchy Rice & Wheat Flakes with Real Strawberries”. Not a single raspberry to be had, only strawberries. Yes, strawberries are red, but if they were to be the only berry represented why not just name the cereal “Special K, Strawberry”?
I Am Losing My Nerve
Sure, I keep finding the one in my left hip/groin area that seems to be inflamed, pinched, or really mad. However, I seem to be losing the rest.
As I hobbled back from getting my mail a few days ago I noticed the wild blackberry bush had some delicious-looking offerings. Plump and ripe, the younger version of me would have bent over (without pain), plucked a handful of them, and popped them into my mouth. Okay, since they are at the curb I may have taken them inside and washed them first. Yet now, I admired them, thought about but did not take a photo of them, and kept hobbling back to the house to open up whatever junk mail AARP, Xfinity, Dish Network, etc, had sent me. Too many recent health problems to be a renegade any longer.
Yesterday’ weather was so nice I that contemplated sitting on a patio and drinking a beer after I left work. But as I drove home I couldn’t think of any place that enticed me enough to stop. On Tuesday after work I had a much-needed beer across the street at Tap, and about fell out of the chair (good thing I didn’t because that would have really hurt in my current condition) when I saw that most of their beers were $8. $8?!? Sure, I find myself paying $10-$11 a six-pack these days, but that still winds up being less than $2/can.
So the thought of saving money, especially with over a case of good craft beer in my refrigerator, won out. Beer at home led to cobbling together a dinner of hard-boiled eggs and some Melba toast. This led to me sitting on the couch watching a few episodes of “The Mind of a Chef” on Netflix, which led to more beer followed by listening the rest of the night. You have rightly imagined that I accomplished little last evening.
I will probably do the same today, though I am once again itching to start getting things out of the ITP Estate.
Do your best to stay dry today.