Rheumatoid Arthritis

I am not sure if it is just the time of year or just the time of life, but I can hardly close my hands. Every once in a while I get these shooting pains from my thumbs and going up my arms. This is in addition to the pain that is there continually. Not fun whatever the cause.

Anyway, I made myself some whole-wheat blueberry waffles for breakfast this morning; I have not done that this week. They really tasted good. After breakfast, I folded and put away the towels that I washed yesterday and then gathered up the throw rugs from the upstairs bathroom. I shook them out and then washed and dried them.

While I had the rugs up, I swept the floor and then vacuumed the upstairs carpets. Once I had the upstairs rugs in the dryer, I gathered up the throw rugs from the downstairs bathroom and washed them. I swept the floor of the downstairs bathroom while I had the chance.

While the rugs were being washed and dried, I read the paper and the mail. Then I vacuumed the downstairs carpets, and by this time the rugs from the downstairs bathroom were dry and I put them back down.

I made myself a Boca Berger, put it on a couple whole tortillas, and spread some limburger and provolone cheese on it. Surprisingly enough it tasted pretty good.

After lunch I went outside and vacuumed up the fir needles from the parking area. Then I used the blower to blow off the rest of the driveway, so for about five seconds the driveway looks pretty much clear of fir needles.

As you can guess I looked like "pigpen" from Charlie Brown fame, so when I got inside I took a shower. I felt much cleaner afterwards. I wish that I could say that my hands felt better, but no such luck.

Kathleen made some rice and sausage tonight for dinner; we also had some peaches and avocado. Now I am writing this early as I meet with the accountability guys tonight and I need to leave in a few minutes. The way I feel now, I will probably go to bed shortly after I get home tonight. So I will say good night now.