I'm thinking it won't hurt to get some anti-inflammatories into my system for a few days, to help me over the hump of overuse. The overuse was just because I hadn't been very active, and now I want to be more active again, to work past the stiffness as I have before.
I had some odd cramps last night, now and then, nothing really bad, just uncomfortable.
I am noticing that some irritation on my wrist has spread. It may, after all, be poison oak, or something like it. Those nettle things. I think I'll look those up, see if they look like some of the stuff I was grabbing on that hillside.
I'm tired AGAIN. This is annoying. I managed fine last night, though, dancing, then came home and slugged in front of the television for too long. I hope I stay awake this weekend.
Last night I learned that my brother's house caught fire and he and his family are staying in a motel. It may be a few months before they can move back in. It sounds like the damage is bad but not the worst, and nobody was hurt, not even the lizards. Mike sounds okay with it all, even said it might be a blessing in disguise. (I understand this feeling.)
Today, not long after I got home, my neighbor Lynn knocked on the door. She said a bulldog who lives around the corner had broken through the fence and attacked Simba. He hung on, attacking aggressively, until Lynn's brother, who was on my porch dismantling my computer desk (I had said he could have it), kicked the dog and even picked up a concrete block and hit it on the head with it. The dog still didn't come loose. Finally he tried to hit him again, missed, and the dog took off under my porch. He tried to get Simba again. Someone called the police and animal reg came out. SImba was lying there, and I guess the police thought he was dead.
I have since talked to the neighbor who owns the dog. He was very apologetic. He brought Simba to his vet - against the advice of the police, who said he couldn't do anything with it because it isn't his animal - and is paying for everything.
Turns out his vet is my vet. I just called. They are glad to know it's Simba, and now they have his records, and she told me he's a lucky cat. Extensive muscle damage in his left rear leg, other torn parts, no bones broken. He was in shock when they brought him in and he's on pain meds, not yet stabilized. She said I can come in to visit with him before six tonight, when they close, so that's what I am about to do.
I seem to have gotten into poison oak or a close cousin. There are now patches on my wrist, nearby, on my inner thighs, on my chin, and on my stomach. Just little patches right now, and I can handle it. I have benadryl cream, which helps. I may even have some of those pills that help with itching. Annoying, annoying.