I got to the checkout counter at Save-Mart today and my left hand turned into a claw. It then spread to my lower leg and foot. I couldn't get into the car. I called Ray and told him I was going to try to walk it off. If I couldn't, I'd find someone to pick me up and drive the car home.
Finally, the leg eased up a little and I managed to make it home; mostly one handed. Took a bunch of ibuprofen and waited. Finally, Ray and I went to the kitchen to make the nachos I'd promised Elcie for dinner. I was okay for a while and then it came back again. We managed to get everything cooked, sliced, diced, and served (including a canteloupe for dessert) before I collapsed completely. Nachos are easy enough but they entail slicing tomato, lettuce, avocado, and a large Bermuda onion. Oh, and a couple of limes for garnish. They like limes. I cheated and used the packaged grated Mexican 4 cheeses. Served with the taco mixture over Fritos. They like them better than the authentic chips. I forgot the sour cream and Elcie noticed but she was okay with it. No snits.
Now it seems to be gone for good but I'm almost afraid to lie down. As long as I'm sitting with my feet a certain way, I'm comfortable.
It's happened before and it's not a big deal except it really hurts. My leg used to do that when I was working and wearing low heels instead of flats. I'd take my shoes off at the end of the day and my foot would go into spasms. I finally stopped wearing them completely and eventually the tennis shoe became popular in San Francisco. Greatest thing (next to panty hose and pants) ever to happen to women. And now more and more women don't feel the need for pantyhose. Good.
No more torture.
I sure become sidetracked easily don't I.
Rebecca is spending the night next door with a friend and the other two are asleep. I will be shortly, I hope.
Update: Forgot to mention she tried to pick her braids out with a small comb and became completely entangled. I had to cut her loose from the comb. I don't know yet how she managed it. The day after my friend redid them, she finally decided they hurt. Why not before, I wonder. It's barely noticeable fortunately. Just one little place on the side. No other way to do it or I would have. Maybe break the comb in half? Now I think of it. Oh well. Please don't tell her there might have been another way.
Elcie may have turned a corner with her attitude. I hope so; it's been a rough few months around here. She's been cheerful most of the time and much more interested in spending time with me. For a while there, I thought I had a contagious disease. She's been updating me on hauntings and was quite surprised when I knew the name of the hotel in San Diego and had heard of the Queen Mary. She's fascinated with the Winchester Mystery House in San Jose. We looked it up online after she saw it on t.v. Discovery maybe? "Grandma, you've been there? "Sure, but it's been a while." We priced it and maybe up toward the fall. It's a little closer than San Francisco. It's expensive but I could budget for it if they promised to give up a few things. It's not wheelchair accessible but she gets around well and I'd be right beside her.
Here's a link to the sad story of the Winchesters and their fortune for anyone who isn't familiar with it. Money doesn't always bring happiness.
Update 2: Just noticed she has changed my wallpaper to the Hotel Del Coronado (San Diego) with a silhouette of the woman (Kate Morgan), a con artist who committed suicide there (or was murdered?) and is reputed to haunt it.
The other two were grounded from the car all of today. I took them with me Friday night to pick up a sick friend from the hospital clinic and they just wouldn't settle down. My friend was still sick, I was driving into the setting sun almost blind and they just kept it up. I didn't say much except how disappointed I was with their behavior when they knew my friend was sick and then I grounded them. No trips with grandma.
My forecast of 111° has been lowered somewhat. Still in triple digits but not quite that bad. I'll be glad when it cools off. I'm even boring myself.
Molly, you don't want to hear about the Giants. Awful, just awful. Only good news - San Diego lost too. First time in a while I've cheered for the Braves.
Hope all are well and are either enjoying or have enjoyed their weekend.