2. The curse of the adhesive contact lens that won't leave the mother
3. The curse of the inner thigh cramp, Medical Mystery par excellence*. Especially trying because I was lying all flannel-wrapped cozy in the spare room bed reading a Dr. Siri after a long Friday when the agony commenced. OTOH I still had the ice pack for my knees on the side table, so wasn't permanently crippled.
*Seriously. No professional has ever explained these, or why they usually hit while sitting on a couch. Half have never even heard of them and no one can think of how to stretch them out. Hint: you can't.
