September 15th, 2021

pissy red dragon from tammylee

Moaning Myrtle

Last week's acupuncture left me limber for three days but then the mug came back. Monday's acupuncture seemingly accomplished nothing: knees ground ferociously yesterday and last night and all today. Again, I blame the humidity of this warmer than usual September. Warm Septembers are notoriously hard on the body even without arthritis, and it seems we're in for a warm autumn, period. Think of it as the maritime effect: people in the maritimes seem far more prone to debilitating arthritis than elsewhere. Too much water in the air, I say.

Workman was supposed to come this afternoon but his project went overtime so he's coming tomorrow at 10, which is still too early for me but I knew he wanted to come at 8. There *have* been days lately when I was awake at 6:30 or 7, with infinite leisure to do my exercises, but it's not something I can count on, since it's usually connected to the side effects of antihistamines.

Library hold finally showed up, the one that was 'in transit' for a puzzling three weeks. Which meant limping to the library and back. 'Walk as much as you can,' the surgeon said. Well, I can't, actually: I can barely manage my three daily bouts of exercise. Exercise now makes things hurt more, not less. And anyway I seem capable of reading only Agatha Christies. Luckily the library has any number of short story collections, now that I've read all the novels.