Did I mention that I love rain? I love the sound of it pounding down on the roof (unless my roof is leaking), I love to watch small river torrents running down the street. And I especially love it when there's thunder and lightning.
We got it all today. The whole enchilada. And I got to watch the whole show from the warmth and comfort of home, instead of battling bad traffic and avoiding accidents on the freeway. For most of the day it was a little rain here, a little rain there. But suddenly, it would really come down. The wind blew hard, the rain came down like a monsoon, lightning flashed, and thunder boomed.
Sorry about the gigantic weeds...
I tried to capture the intensity of the rain without actually going outside (because I work at home, and I "sometimes" don't even comb my hair until 3pm. Let alone get dressed.
But that's our little secret. *wink*
I promise you, though, it was coming down hard.
It's been a long week. Remember last weekend? Easter? Well, apparently (and it's embarrassing that I've developed into such a delicate flower - just when did this happen??) I spent a little too much time on my feet to suit my joint-ritis condition. My bad ankle was a little angry about the abuse, to tell you the truth. So Monday I didn't go to yoga, instead opting to stay home and rest. On Tuesday, it was a little iffy, but I went to class. Bad choice. Somewhere between the Warrior I pose, and Warrior II, my ankle decided to mutiny. I limped out to my car and it all went downhill from there. It seems with RA, you don't just get sore muscles - you treat yourself to a full blown flareup. Sweet. It felt like I'd broken my foot - like a stress fracture. Walking made me whiney on Tuesday afternoon. Wednesday wasn't much better, but that evening a friend who is a physical therapist was coming over in the evening to see about L's sore shoulder, and my sore shoulder - which, typical of RA, decided not to be sore anymore, and instead transferred to my ankle. Still with me? (Trust me, it's a disease which makes no sense at all.) The good news is I was able to buy a Tens unit from him. Those are the electrical impulse devices where you place the electrodes on what hurts, and the electric pulse calms everything down. They range from very expensive (my company makes them, and they are implantable) to very reasonable. The one I have can be bought on Amazon for $39!!
So I've been happily zapping whatever hurts for 30 minutes at a time and I'm feeling so much better. Thank you for asking. My ankle has gotten better each day (admittedly, with an extra helping of steroids on top of the zappage), and today I am walking almost limp free! It's a beautiful thing, and as soon as I can I WILL dance.
So now that I've gone totally geezer on you, and gone on and on about all of my aches and pains, I'm going to stop droning and attach the electrodes to my ankle and electrocute myself a little bit. Get my buzz on, in a manner of speaking. It's weirdly soothing and a little addictive. But maybe that's just me.