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Yesterday I dragged my factotum (actually fac-quasi-totum) Phillip to San Francisco to have after-Thanksgiving with my brother's family and my stepmother. She is pretty weary: unable to sleep since the latest round of cancer tests began. But it was good to be there.
Driving there and back was hell on my knee though.
But you know what? Everything is hell on my knee. It feels okay now and then in certain positions for a while and the arnica-marijuana rub my stepmother had felt okay for a while and acetaminophen (paracetamol) sometimes makes it feel okay for a while, after a while, and icing seems to make it feel less hellish, but any position is hellish after a while, and so is walking, and so is not walking, and the worst of all is the wee hours of the morning. Last night I took an acetaminophen tablet to bed an I took it when he pain woke me up and it was still two hours before I could go back to sleep.
And I'm supposed to move furniture today and it was a project I initiated and it's taken months and months to line it up so it could happen.
Driving there and back was hell on my knee though.
But you know what? Everything is hell on my knee. It feels okay now and then in certain positions for a while and the arnica-marijuana rub my stepmother had felt okay for a while and acetaminophen (paracetamol) sometimes makes it feel okay for a while, after a while, and icing seems to make it feel less hellish, but any position is hellish after a while, and so is walking, and so is not walking, and the worst of all is the wee hours of the morning. Last night I took an acetaminophen tablet to bed an I took it when he pain woke me up and it was still two hours before I could go back to sleep.
And I'm supposed to move furniture today and it was a project I initiated and it's taken months and months to line it up so it could happen.