Yes, joint pain in your hands not your favourite Acapulco gold marijuana stuff? But for all I know it may help as well.
But I have rheumatoid arthritis, actually they diagnosed me with that in my late teens. However, that I am running into my seventies, my pain generally overwhelms me with the dampness. For sure it’s a weather condition.
I tell people I’m allergic to the cold when they ask are you allergic to anything, yes the cold they giggle, thinking I’m being funny, it’s not funny-the cold super hurts-hurts my skin, hurts my bones!
One could say I’m allergic to the cold and dampness because it hurts like hell.
So here’s my story.
I was always taking some form of Gluten Sulphate, then getting tired of taking pills I quit for many years and taking the pain.
But then comes a day when the pills are necessary and you take them whether you like them or not. But then I started to take just recently, vitamin D a drop a day and I did this for quite a while still taking magnesium and glucosamine sulphate, with no pain at all, yay!
So I stopped taking the magnesium and glucosamine sulphate believing all I needed were the drops 😁. Yippee, pill free for a month!
UNTIL 😳🫣😭😭😭 out of the blue-my hands hurt like someone smashed them using a hammer. It was extremely painful just to make a fist. The ring finger on my right hand would not bend without the feeling of bursting. On the left hand it was my pointer finger screaming at me.
So I went from Yippee, yay, to OUCHWHY? within a month or two? Can’t remember. But I started back taking the pills😩
So that my vitamin D drops emptied, I started too take a teaspoon of cod liver oil and my magnesium and my glutamine sulphate and drink more water for about six weeks before the pain subsided.
I can at least make a fist, with a tiny bit of pain in my ring finger my left pointer, still feels a little swollen——we won’t do that again !! rheumatoid arthritis is nothing to play around with. I guess I have to take all that stuff forever, the pain is too intense now without taking the stuff. Hey I saw a movie once called “The stuff.” Was it with young Scott Bloom.
Need to sleep.
JOINT EASE
I take two everyday, and my pain has dwindled to clear ish. lol.
Quite the question when so much has happened, what historical event fascinates you the most-there’s so much back there that has fascinated me, I don’t have a most.
To step back in time for several hours per century without dying in the process would be out of this world right? It would be groovy man. But at the same time during any of these Centuries, at what point in time do I stop. After all, a hundred years has many changes happening almost every ten years.
What is year one? Cavemen poking each other, carving out images on rock walls, grunting, inventing fire? I would really like to walk among the neanderthal just for a few hours. I love rocks. I love the forest, and sometimes I don’t feel like talking just poking and grunting.. I imagine the scenery was probably beautiful and fascinating to walk among with land mountains untouched.
Then the Mayans and Egyptians wow I wonder only because there were no trees with the Egyptians. It’s just all hot sand and the Nile river. It would be cool to see how they made pyramids, where they came up with massive stone. Whereas the Mayan were underground-was it cold, they were a smart people, they came up with a Calendar, and the Egyptians read the stars. It would be fascinating to spend time with each of these people without being murdered for any reason which would please their GODS.
The days of the Vikings and pirates living on the waters all the glories about the lands they got to see, that’s all fascinating, but I wouldn’t want to be there. I have this phobia about sharks. So as fascinating as I find the Vikings and pirates out on ships?, sharks!
Oh my gosh… Indians, and Cowboys! Geronimo, Pecos bill, to live in teepees, log cabins, to shoot arrows to ride bucking horses, learn how to make wigwam’s sing, like Pocahontas, ride with Doc holiday and the gang, robbing trains…an hour in each of their shoes as long as I wouldn’t get skinned alive or hung from the highest tree, it would be freaking awesome to dance around a fire and or brawl in a bar because they didn’t like my sing while laying on the piano. As for the clothes? Wow, the buck-skin the natives wore with their headdresses and beads so beautiful, and the dresses and funny feathered hats the women wore, with their tiny umbrellas as they walked through dirt down muddy roads, being covered with wet muck as the horses went galloping past. Yeah I would love to stay an hour each.
Then, what about hanging out with pretty boy Floyd or Bonnie and Clyde or Mad dog whoever he is, Casa Blanca, and all them bootleggers? I wouldn’t mind being there learning how to bootleg, well make it anyways. All the gagsters with their Gatling guns, gunning down whom ever they wanted, in black suits with black hats-say what are you playing at?
To be on the titanic what a fascinating boat they made that out to be, but I don’t want to drowned…oh, they built a ship titanic to sail the ocean blue and they thought they had a ship that the water couldn’t go through but the good Lord raised his hand said the ship will never land was sad when the great ship went down.. nope, no thanks, even though it was a fascinating time. Makes me actually think of Tom Sawyer and Mark Twain fascinating era in deed. But if I did spend time there, I would help Tom white-wash the fence, lol then go play. Rather get into trouble..
No wars for me ever, no slavery, no religion no breaking nations apart. None of that fascinates me interests me moves me, none of that. I don’t want to be among the pilgrims with the plague with killing off natives to steal their land. Nothing fascinating about that era. None of that should be in history or have happened but it has and I am not interested in ever visiting any of that ever unless of course…I could change it all. Bahahaha.
And cool Daddio Beatniks, snapping their fingers in stead of clapping, talking their talk with their poems, in beats and rhythm. A funny bunch these people were. I only got to witness this stuff on TV television programs-Beatniks’ we’re out there, way out there. Then you had hippies. I wouldn’t mind being a beatnik for an hour long as I didn’t get hurt or being a hippie for a while as long as I didn’t do drugs and die or get beat up by people who didn’t like hippies, or get caught up with Charles Manson and his followers.
Yeah, history is fascinating. History is a wonder…just seems that it’s all a creation from somebody seeing pictures on the wall for the early part of it, which of course causes one to question wanting to go see for themselves. It’s all amazing with glories and fascinating stories, I wouldn’t know where to go first with all these days gone by, same as what fascinates me the most?
The End.
History. It’s all a systematic study and documentation of the human past anyway so…Imagine if we were never told about all this past history, what then would be fascinating? 🤷♀️
Welcome to my view of sibling number Seven. A girl-should have been a boy, maybe. She forever acted like a boy and still does.
You know we all grew up tomboys in dresses, our father said, “no girls of his are going to wear pants!” And we didn’t, just the two boys, the last three of the bunch was a boy-girl-boy. So seven dresses and two sets of pants. of course the older we got, us girls finally got to wear pants-we had to beg dad after the two older one bought jeans. Please daddy please, please, please. “Only on weekends.” But until then-dresses and or tunic’s, school uniforms were worn.
We still did our sports, running and what ever else in dresses. And to meet number seven…man she was always rolling around on the ground beating up boys. Not the brothers, other boys. Wasn’t to many days I’d turn around looking for #7 and there she was…About ten to fifteen feet behind us pounding some boy kid. Oh bother. “Number seven, hurry up, you are going to be late for school.”
Number seven was bold and at times quite embarrassing as she would walk right up behind people on the streets mimicking their walk as she showed off to us. The one time while she was not paying attention-for watching us. The man stopped at the end of the street to watch for cars then proceed, while #7 bounced right off him. It was funny to us but not to him.
One thing about number seven was she was always asking for our food, breakfast, lunch and suppers. Man she drove us crazy begging non stop until we gave it or some. Even mom, #7 would ask and ask for mom’s food until she got it. Brave girl she was and still is. She will punch the crap out of you with out a blink of an eye…other than that, she would be your best friend, until you backstab her.
She was always coming home with new songs or jokes that she would tell me or teach me, some songs were awesome and some jokes were dirty. But she knew how to tell them and still does.
Number seven is the boss of every thing… or tries her best to be while always changing all the rules, and oh my gosh…she doesn’t quit. Kind of takes the fun out of everything, her way or no way.
As an adult nothing changed outside of having children, she is still quick tempered with her rules and willing to floor you on the drop of a dime.
I love her to pieces we did have fun at times. Her jokes are shockingly funny after you see them in your mind, until then I would gasp, “aw…#7.” Days later though…slam! Her joke hit my brain sending me into uncontrollable laughter. It did not matter where I was at the time when her joke came to light I whacked out while people watched me pointing or whispering. Only made me laugh more out of embarrassment. Yeah she asked me,why did the chicken cross the road?-“To get to the other side.” Yeah okay, now why did the man cross the road? “I don’t know. To get to the other side.” She said, no stupid, his dick was stuck in the chicken. “Aw…#7!” Shit…days later sitting at a stop light watching this guy cross the road, I caught myself looking to see if there was indeed a chicken, then all hell broke loose, I laughed like a bastids.
She also said to me, what would you do if your best friend all of a sudden started convoluting in the bathtub, having a seizure? What would you do? “What I don’t know call 911.” She said, no stupid…throw in a load of laundry. 😳 “aw, # 7!” I did not find that funny at all. But days later…🤣🤣🤣, I saw it. I asked for the LORDS forgiveness.
Then she said to me…what would you do if you saw your husband still staggering in the backyard? Sack I don’t know. “Leave him there, help him in?” She said, no stupid, RELOAD. “What? She made the actions and sound of a rifle reloading. I laughed like a freaking dog. “Number seven, number seven, number seven.”
Don’t get me wrong, she will give you the shirt off her back and cook you a great meal, but if you cross her-look out!
Number seven was loads of fun for a time, as kids she never missed one of my Basketball games unless I had to play out of our district. She was a hand full yes, but fun. The only way to control her as a child was to sit on her until she came back to her senses.
There is more but you know. That’s not for me to say. Wait her…knock knock “who’s there.” F U. Or, or knock knock. “Who’s there, who’s there? Okay #7 who’s there?” Her, what are you F-ing stupid? No one is home. 🤨 yeah she swears like a bastid.
I haven’t seen number seven for quite a while now, but…I can’t ever forget her either .
The End.
Oh wait a minute…knock knock…
Get the F out of here. Bahahaha “aw, number seven.”
Oh yeah, she ran away once, and found sleeping under a porch with the rats , so we were told. Oh and she is the one with the dart…wood eye? And she is the one who taught me how to get money from a newspaper box stand. Oh and she is the one who told the baby to throw his poopy diaper at the oldest sister while she was sleeping? Poohy face. Lol. Oh it was not funny. Well? And she is the one handing me a small pickle and saying, can you see Doug? “Yes.” Throw this pickle at him. I missed hitting anyone else and we ducked under the table laughing like barking Seals. She’s the one who says. Do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it. “Okay shit!”
Can a person have several favourite things they love doing when it comes to passing time? Well I’m going to answer that by saying YES. This is based on my ways of passing time, choice, choosing-my mood.
Because of this choosing choice I often find myself in challenging circumstances whereas I find myself in a predicament wasting any pastime, choosing.
I love doing several different things when I have time to spare or I’m by myself or again the mood I’m in…causing this too be a difficult choice just choosing number 1 favourite thing passing time. (Like now for example) my mind will not settle on which passing time should be given first 😖🤷♀️ I don’t like one more than the other. And should I type one of my favourite pass times down, it may seem I like it more?
It’s not right when you get one Choice to Choose from when you have several options available that you do do when time is on your side.
Sack man…Singing (Karaoke) I love it. Madonna-I Ray of Light. And lots of other songs.
Then creating stories with villains and heroes, adding laughter, pain and sorrow. But then what do you do with the stuff?
Fortnite, I love playing Fortnite with the kids or by myself. I find this game loads of fun. And when I start it is hard to quit-just one more several times.
Then pacing. Lol is pacing considered a pass time. When I’m told a certain time and that time is passing and I’m still waiting? I pace! Stopping at the window for second then back to pacing. I am not a waiter.
I love sewing, stitching together blankets for people or making myself pants. Lol nobody else will wear them? “Hey I like your pants,” want a pair? “Nope.” 😂
Favourite hobby or pass time eh?
I don’t know…
The End.
I think I will get cleaning and singing, then play Fortnight with the kids, until everyone arrives for Turkey.
So, about an ideal home for me eh. I’ll tell you, there will be rooms and more rooms, with windows in every room, skylights even. I need light.
We will have an art room, paint everywhere of all colours and loads of different sized canvas.
I will also have a sewing room with a couple of mannikins with heads, hands and feet. There would be a very good machine to sew on, with several different fabrics and colours, yes and threads, not forgetting the iron and ironing board. -Maybe two of those.
Oh, we can not for get a music room. A place where I can sing and dance and mess around with my guitar, and recording myself having a blast at creating fun.
I would need a kitchen with a built in oven and a counter top stove. The refrigerator would be one where everything(food)would be easy to get at, none of this moving twenty-five things to reach one item, then you find it rotten. 😳
Of course a BIG bathroom, large enough to accommodate a washer and dryer.
A work out room would be fantastic, especially with a trainer sitting there waiting to help me out.
Then last but not least, a nice sized living room for some visitors if you will, and an upstairs for four or five bedrooms and one more bathroom/laundry room-this way, I don’t have to run linens up and down steps and maybe trip and fall and lay there for hours, days or until found.
Yeah, I could never afford an ideal home, so a home full of grandchildren is ideal for me.
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