Arthritis and Bras

 I feel like I am under attack from my own body. I hurt all over. Every joint in my body is screaming. I just showered and changed the bed sheets while the hot water still rendered me somewhat limber. That is one chore that I am finding increasingly difficult to manage.

My lower back gets "stuck" and I can't move without stabbing pain. The knee still hates me and now both shoulders want attention. Seems like every movement I make ends with a grunt of pain. It annoyed me greatly when The Man was complaining. I suppose he has it better than me, since he rarely hears what I say anyway.

I have more appointments in my near future that I am not looking forward to. It should make me feel well cared for that my cardiologist is demanding more visits with me. At least she takes my symptoms seriously, unlike the group of cardiologists in St. Louis who insisted my arrythmia was nothing to worry about.

My procedure went well. I wasn't awake, but I did wake up when it was over, so that is good. I didn't even have to strip! She told me I could leave my bra on .... for all the good that did.

Which brings me to the question of the day. Can anybody make a bra that actually does the job of keeping my boobs out of the way and not drifting towards my naval? I was sitting up while the nurse stuck the heart monitor stickers on my skin. I was wearing the latest bra that claimed to have such a wonderful fit.

They lied about that. The closure was in the back, and it rubbed against the skin on my back, irritating me. I would have happily sewn in something soft where the bra clasped together before the next time I donned this harness. I carefully measured and ordered the correct size. Bra cup sizes are not created equally. Just like all my clothes, sizes between labels vary. It is always better to try them on, but we tend to order online nowadays.

As I leaned forward to give access to my back, my pendulous boobs popped out of the bra cup. I could feel it happening and saw the look on the face of the very young nurse tending to me. I thought about how I must look from her perspective and was struck funny. She laughed, too. Poor thing was probably wondering if the same thing might happen to her when she gets old.

I need to tell you that those cheap flimsy looking sports bras at Walmart give more support than the expensive one I will never wear again. So, as all of you know, I am loathe to dispose of anything that might prove to be useful for a different purpose. I am now thinking those well-padded cups might just find themselves being used as potholders. The ones without padding will be seen in my garden, holding cantaloupes off the floor of the garden. Good thing I am isolated. That is not to say I wouldn't use them if I had a neighbor whose yard butted up to mine.

The bed is made with nice fresh, crisp, clean sheets. The laundry waits to be folded .... maybe tomorrow. It is the sheets and it is painful to stretch my arms out to fold. I once knew someone who said she changed her bed sheets daily (I still don't believe her). Maybe she pulled them from the bed and washed and dried them before putting the same sheets back on the bed. Yeah, I don't believe her. She was prone to exaggeration. She is the same person who stood on her glass-top stove and was amazed that the glass broke and cut her feet up. Not too bright. And now she has the notoriety of being the reason glass-top stoves come with warning people not to stand on them.

I will now go deal with my damp hair and even put make-up on. The Man is taking me out to eat. I would just as soon stay home and cook, but it is all you can eat crab! Who am I to pass that up?