My stupid left foot

I have two pairs of socks that, when combined with Uggs and foot-warmers, keep my feet downright toasty. This is awesome. At least that is what I thought until today.

My left foot started jumping shortly after I put on the shoes and socks.

I tried stretching, which often works. Nothing.

I tried Advil, which  usually works. Nothing.

I tried standing, which always works. Until today. Nothing.

I was teleworking, so I messaged my boss and told her I was taking sick leave for the afternoon.

Then I called Dad and he changed my shoes and socks.

Problem solved.

Apparently I am not allowed to be warm.

Sleep, who needs it?

My Tuesday actually began Monday night, when my nose decided it was mid-April and it had allergies. About quarter of 1, I called my sister to ask her to get my nasal spray in hopes that it would help me breath again.

She did, but it didn't really. Finally, about 1:30, I fell asleep till I had to get up about 6.

I had to call my sister then, too, for more help, which she again kindly provided.

I would have teleworked, but I had scheduled lunch with a friend.

So I got to work, and she canceled.

At lunch I took Fame out in the cold and accidentally ran into some grass with one wheel. I didn't get stuck, but the wheel did get all muddy.

No problem, I thought. It had rained the day before, so I would find a puddle to clean the wheel off. One tiny puddle is all I found.

Then another meeting got canceled.

I should have stayed in bed.

Mea culpa

I have sinned.

When I had a rear-entry van, we would park in any handicapped parking spot.

Now, though, with a side-entry van, I have learned that not all accessible spots are created equal.

If you need to lower a ramp to the side to get out, you will learn that very few handicapped spots are can accessible.

Sorry.

Thanks

Here is a fun Thanksgiving riddle for you: How long does it take someone in a wheelchair, stuck in the grass next to a sidewalk of a main thoroughfare, to flag down help?

I don't actually know because I didn't look at my watch when I got stuck today, but I got home 25 minutes later than expected.

I have run off the sidewalk  or path recently more than I used to. I would like to blame the chair, but it could well be the latest awesome feature of Friedreich's ataxia. I am so lucky!

When this happened, I just sat there, confident someone would stop. Then I started delicately waving, just flicking my wrist. Then I started flailing my arm that wasn't holding Fame's leash. I was right at a stoplight, so  I am confident people saw me.

After a while, this SUV in the far lane seemed to see me, and they must have come back to help me because I did not see them turn but then there they were.

A young couple got out and asked what they could do. The woman asked how long I was stuck there. Too long, I said.

Happy Thanksgiving, she said. It is now,  I told her. Go get warm, the guy said. It was really cold.

So I went home and got warm. My sister cleaned my wheels as I tried without success to think about her and the couple that stopped, not the  #@#$s who drove by.

Dangerous

A friend at work asked me how I was today.

I laughed and said that is a dangerous question to ask me.

She asked why and then before I could answer, she moved on to another subject.

The answer, of course, is if you are a relative or one of a handful l of friends I trust a lot, I just might tell you.