I've made myself a note to check into purchasing some Omega 3 as suggested by Cindra, and the glucosamine w/condroitin as suggested by Cassie-b. Pretty danged sure I'll forgo the viagra-type drug though, I want to be able to move better but only for things that are absolutely necessary! Something's gotta give here cause both thumbs are so danged stiff they don't want to bend. Makes signing the checks to pay the bills a miserable task and I keep waiting for the bank to reject one of the checks for a questionable signature. (They'll probably never notice though, they've sent my checks through even when I forgot to sign them.)
I had to go into town today to do a little shopping and I've come to the conclusion that I could very easily become a roadrage perp. I often take a shortcut though the back roads to town in order to avoid some of the 18 wheeler traffic but in doing so I run across, what I call, Road Goobers. You never know what Road Goobers will do cause Road Goobers most likely never know, themselves, what they're gonna do. Today I came across 2 such Goobers.
RG#1 pulled out in front of me causing me to have to slam on my brakes, then he braked at every driveway along the highway (and there were about 10 along this stretch), but he finally found the drive he actually wanted to pull in to and did so by breaking suddenly and turning without the aid of a blinker. He was a farmer Goober,,I could tell this by the boots sticking up between the cab and bed of his truck and the tobacco stains on his truck door. Farm Road Goobers are almost the worst of the Goobers because they forget that they're not driving along a field turn-row and their blinker switches are probably rusted from lack of use.
RG#2 has to be the absolute worst of the Road Goobers because if it's got wheels, got gas, and a steering wheel, it's road worthy, and that's where he's going with it. RG#2 was on his rusted, old, murray riding mower with it's probable top speed of 1.5 mph. I had to follow him for 2 miles because we were meeting too much traffic for me to go around him and he consistently drove his mower dead center of the right lane. I kept having these thoughts about laying on my horn to scare the shit outta him, but I let them pass because I might have made him run off in the ditch and turn over or something and I don't need that on my conscience (at least not today).
We finally made it home without smashing any Goobers and now I am going to have a cup of coffee before tackling some more of the laundry.
Happy Friday everyone!