I passed out last night around 12 a.m. Woke up this morning somewhere around 9:30 a.m. and was horrified. Had to get dressed fast. No time for a shower. Had to wrap eight mini loaves and get them to the church real fast. My legs wanted to fall off me at that point. The stairs to the fair are short, but curving. Can I make it? Do I call for help? I made it. I need to just drop them off and get back for shower and get ready for daughter who is pickiing me up to go for a much needed haircut. Everybody had to say thank you and give me a hug. Made it out of there and back home. Jump in the shower, dress and downstairs just in time as daughter pulls up. Didn't even have time to take pain pills. Get back home. Feeling guilty. Head back to the church. Every year I buy at least one item at the fair. So I get a pair of cute gold Christmas bow earings, buy a $1 chance (didn't win) and buy a cup of coffee. I did my bit, head home. Oh no. Did I miss ATK? No. Just in time. But fell asleep at the very beginniing and slept through the first 15 minutes.
Legs still hurting, only more. It is my thigh muscles. It has something to do with my thyroid. Don't know what, but was told many years ago by a doctor. Have to remember to ask my doctor the next time I see him. I still have a lot of things I have to do. Empty the five trash baskets and put in new liners, do three loads of laundry, clean the bathroom, a sinkful of silverware, take pain pills, finish paying bills on line, clean the kitchen, on and on. All I have managed to do is take pain pills. Oh I forgot, get meats wrapped for the freezer, make a fresh pot of coffee. I think I am going to call Son #1 and ask for his help. Hate to, but have no choice. I am getting too old to have a plate this full. I am goiing to have him take the laundry downstairs to do the laundry. I have been saving quarters for just such a day. Then while he is waiting for that to be done he can do the trash for me. The rest I can do tomorrow after I have given my thighs a chance to recover. I am exhausted.