Suzy's Tendons

I just wanted to add to my Reader's Digest article here and mention that my intercoastal muscle that was inflamed is now much better. I can't say I ever want to spend another week plus a few more days taking that many Flexeril and Motrin tablets. If I wanted to spend my life in a drug-induced haze, those would not be my choices of mediums. Whew. I wonder what I was doing over the last week? Anyone have a clue? Videos?

My Thanksgiving was just fine. I went to my niece's to spend time with the extended family, but her oven had died that morning so we ate 3 hours late. Maybe she inherited some of my "luck?" Nah, she is a Leo. After that visit, I went to see friends by my old home, and had fun there. I got home too late to visit with the neighbor where I was invited, but we will get together another time. I ate very little the whole day. How Unamerican is that?

I tried to convince my internist that maybe my shoulder issues were really fibromyalgia, but he said no, not a chance. The MRI was very clear, showing a tear and bone spurs. Drat. Sorry, but there will be more entries regarding my various old and damaged body parts.

I do not recommend spending a few decades teaching martial arts, spending years in ballet, high impact aerobics, and other general body-damaging sports unless you want to spend the decades afterwards writing entries in your own Reader's Digest volume of body parts.

Meanwhile, I have learned that using a Swivel Sweeper on a low-pile carpet most of the time and only using a 'real' vacuum cleaner now and then is much easier on my shoulders.

Have I even mentioned my new condo's Reader's Digest of under par parts? The carpet  is builder grade. I figured hey, I have two dogs and I had a cat when I moved in. I expected some adjustment time, and some accidents. I decided I couldn't upgrade everything, so I took the basic carpet and assume I will replace it within 5 years with something more pleasant.

Who knew that builder grade carpet meant that every few steps there is a noise from the carpet that is sort of like a squeaky fart? Even the minimal weight of a beagle can make the carpet squeak. There are lumps, bumps, and even tacks sticking up. I can't walk around in bare feet or just socks without blood being drawn on the tacks. The carpet dries fast when I have to steam it after a doggy incident, but that is because there isn't anything to it. In some places it's higher than the ceramic tiles it abuts; in some places, it's lower. I try to ignore it.

Go ahead, try and ignore it when someone comes in to your home, steps on the carpet, and you both hear a sound that could easily be a high-pitched fart.

Blame the dog. Either one.