swimming. – Back2thedoghouse

JOINT EASE BONES NOT MARIJUANA

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.

I take two everyday, and my pain has dwindled to clear ish. lol.

Joint ease bones not marijuana lol.

OH THE SILENCE OF IT ALL

Beach or mountains? Which do you prefer? Why?

The question can be very easy if you have a preference, but if the mountains and the beach are both as enjoyable, as each other, the question becomes hard to answer.

Starting with the mountains they’re beautiful-they’re amazing to see, while standing in it’s silence wondering what is under it’s green blanket.

But what is the size of this mountain, is it a very short mountain is it a tall mountain? You know a bear climbed up the mountain to see what was on the other side, and on the other side of the mountain was-the other side of the mountain.

I have seen mountains from afar and wondered about climbing, then stopping to think, will there be mountain goats to butt me off, or mountains lions, bears? How far up will I get before I need to turn around and come down? Then, what lives in the mountains anyways, snakes, and spiders and little vicious creatures, that jump out at you scaring the wits out of you?

I prefer standing back and letting the beauty sink in. But mountains are a spectacular site and do they not call mountains actual volcanos anyway? (Just asking.)

No, I think let’s go to the water, let’s go to the beach, yeah the beach-the serenity while you float on your back. It’s a different kind of silent.

I love the beach as much as getting to see mountains, they both bring the same wonderments as they both are so far away from my home.

Beauty is, in the eye of the beholder and the beach & mountains are beautiful to my eyes.

It it quite joyous to see all the people sitting on towels or blankets, some under umbrellas, some just basking in the sun, picnic baskets, balls, children, running and laughing, and then the beauty of the water glistening under the sun, and the peaceful sound of the waves rushing in.

Aw the beach with it’s cool water climbing up my legs as I wade in up until my knees, causing yelps of chills on my naked skin.

I laugh, pausing to catch my breath, braving the cold to carry on to my shoulders. Believe me. This process takes me close to ten minutes before I am up to my neck in water.

But then. . .Aw yes, but then…SHARKS!

There are no sharks where I live, so they say. But! And this is a big but. I am a statistical person. Meaning, I don’t want to be on the statistical side of things to be dragged away by a shark where there’s not supposed to be sharks and believe me, the very idea-I lose my breath, and freak out and head back to shore, not swimming, running. I figure it’s more quiet.

😬 Bahahaha. I know. It was all just a simple question, but then factors jump in the way and they should be part of the answer.

So what do you prefer mountains or the beach? Oh the silence of it all.

The End.

Nova Scotia

MY TOES ARE IN THE WATER

Tiny Crab

Canoeing not me.

My toes were in the water when I spied this tiny crab. Lol believe it or not…my mind sank down to my toes getting pinched! Of course I giggled these tiny crabs couldn’t hurt a fly. Besides, they were afraid of me.

While I was playing in the water the others were canoeing, not me…freaking rocking back and forth? No way was I staying. I got out. My fear of sharks happens to be grater than me. Oh bother.

The thought of swimming across to the island seemed quite appealing, but how would I get back?